You’re at a party that your friend dragged you to (against your will). It’s hosted by the famous boyband, known as One Direction. She’s here with her boyfriend, but still forced you to come. She decided that she wanted to force you to ‘get back out there’ and start meeting guys.

As soon as you arrived, you lost both your friend and her boyfriend in the crowd. You shrugged it off and decided to get a couple drinks in, because maybe this party won’t be so horrible if you can’t remember it in the morning.

Several hours later, you are wandering an empty part of the house. You aren’t quite sure how you got there, but you’re stumbling through empty corridor after empty corridor, exploring.

You suddenly bump into a wall. However, it’s not a wall at all. It’s a body. A man. You back up, trying to get a good look at his face. Your vision is blurry, but he looks familiar.

“Sorry—“