Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r T w e n t y - S e v e n

Y/n's POV:

He walks beside me, the man behind me stopped dancing and glanced at Rafe, 

'You have exactly five seconds to walk away so far that I can't see you, if you want your teeth in place.' Rafe threatens as the man stumbles and paces away, fucking hell, I cannot abide him, 

'Rafe-what the-'

'We are going home.' He demands, 

'What-why, I still want to-'

'I don't care Y/n, if I said that we are going home, it means we are going home.' He responds, looking right into my eyes, 

Oh so that's how it's going to go now, he just tells me what to do and I comply? Hold your horses!

I feel dizzy, possibly the alcohol, it's odd really-I feel odd, 

I attempt to wobbly-walk away however her grasps my wrist and pulls me back in, 

'Where do you think you're going?'

'Dancing, you should join.' I exclaim as I can barely stand, but I manage to find that one position that I am able to balance in, 

'Y/n, you are drunk, I am taking you home.' He commands, grasping my wrist however I trip and almost fall up until he grasps me first, 

'Fuck Y/n, careful for God's sake.' 

'Bad Bitches are never careful Rafey!' I exclaim, he glares at me and rolling the tongue in his cheek, he clasps me by the waist and yanks me on his shoulder, 

'Put me down-Rafe-Put me-'

'Y/n, shut it.' 

He steeps my dress lower and whilst walking, I can feel him covering me from behind, I decided to wear a short dress for a reason, prick...

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Ride back home was ablur, I can barely commemorate what happened, I can recess some aspects of him putting me in a car and securing a seatbelt around me, as when I tried to protest by putting my palm in front, he gently smacked it aside, however he still smacked it, 

In the car, I think I zoned out, I simply recall distant lights and twinkling windows surrounding us whilst Rafe was driving, 

As in the building quite the same, he took me upstairs by carrying me, however this time in his arms since I was almost completely out, 

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'Where are we?' I ask once I hear a latch click,

'Home.' Rafe responds, taking me upstairs, 

'I don't want-home,' I mumble, I glare up and notice Rafe looking down at me, shaking his head and cocking it aside, 

'Well you are.' He muses, taking me to a room, I am not sure in which one I am, supposedly mine as he places me on the bed,

He closes the curtains and turns on the little lamp beside me, 

He then takes off my heels, tossing them aside, 

I groan and shift in my place however Rafe stops me by holding me still, looking right into my eyes, 

'You'll shuffle later, stop moving for now.' He orders, I pout and cock my head aside, nonetheless, he tips it back to look at him with his fingers, 

'If you wouldn't be drunk right now, I'd show you what happens when you pout at me.' He demands later on, as he lets go and carries on, he bends lower and begins to lower my dress straps, 

'You can't do that without my consent.' I chuckle as he glances at me, already exhausted, 

'I've seen you entirely naked against the panoramic window, are you fucking serious?' He asks, 

'Yep.' I respond, he sighs heavily and clenches his jaw,

'Can I?'

'No,' I respond, chuckling and finding it funny for some reason, 

He nods, clenching his jaw as he stands up, 

'Fine, sleep in your dress then.' He taunts, ah shit, 

'Okay-alright sorry, you can.' I mutter as he glimpses, smirking ledged on his lips, 

'Where's the magic-word?'

'Avada-'

'Y/n.'

'Sorry.' 

He walks closer to me, inspecting me from above, 

'Well?' He asks, 

'Please?' I mutter as he smirks and leaning back in, he begins to take my dress off, my eyes are already closed and I can barely distinguish what Is happening anymore, it's a blur, 

I think I am drifting to sleep, one final time I force myself to open my eyes and I notice Rafe sitting at the side of the bed, examining me, that's all I can remember before officially falling asleep...

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In the morning, I can already feel how fucked I am, 

My head is throbbing, the light feels too bright and the room feels too humid, I stand up and notice that I was not in my room, I was in Rafe's, why would he take me to his room?

I quickly look at the time and relieved by noticing that we still got time until our flight, 

I loom downstairs and after multiple moments of not seeing a corner and running into it, I finally managed to get downstairs, Rafe is there, drinking his coffee as he glances at me, frowning, 

'Is that my shirt?' He asks, as I look down, 

'Oh, sorry, I'll give it back-'

'Just keep it.' He responds.

I nod and walk towards the kettle, switching it on once again, could be my last in this apartment...