It was just another day at the auction for me, but I wouldn't ever think that this day would change my life.


1. One

Same thing, different week. It was the normal routine for me. I thought to myself as I tied the small piece of clothing my ‘owner’ threw at me. I fixed my hair and walked out of the bathroom, well more like stumbled out. The 4 inch heels I was forced to wear didn’t make it any better. “I’m ready!” I call out from the empty room, my voice echoing off the walls. “Follow me.” He tells me, having a tight grip on my wrist.

The car ride was silent, as always. The driver opened the door and letting me out. I walked as quickly as I could to the red brick building without falling, the sound of my heels racking my brain. There was the sound of the auctioneer yelling out prices, the smell of cigarettes and beer floated in the room as I walked in. He pushed me into dimly lit room, several other girls just as whored up as I was. We were all here for the exact same thing.

To be sold.

I looked into the crowd of men, all in their 20’s-30’s. Accept one of them, one of them caught my eye. He looked around eighteen, his emerald green eyes and curly hair stuck out. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt with black skinny jeans and a white pair of converse. As he smiled I noticed the dimples he had.

I followed the rest of the girls to the stage, making sure to go last in the line. When I heard my name called I looked out into the crowd, several people raising their hands. It went on for a few minutes until it silenced. The bid was at $1,000. Insane how much someone would pay for some useless girl, right? “Six thousand dollars!” The boy with the curly hair and emerald eyes yelled out. He smiled at me. “Sold for six thousand dollars by the young man in the white shirt!” The auctioneer yelled.

I stepped off the platform, walking over to him. He was with another guy, this guy had a quiff, maybe two inches high. “Zayn I don’t even want to do this.” I heard him mumble. “Well too fucking bad Styles! You’ve been moping around about that Frankie chick and its time you get some ass and get the fuck over it!” He yelled at him, obviously not caring who heard.

They both walked me to a black Range Rover, letting me climb into the back seat. “Here, babe” Harry threw a pair of shorts and a grey t-shirt at me. I slipped the clothes on, not caring if they saw me or not. Having people see my body was nothing new, I was 100% used to it. Unlike some of the other girls in the business I was somewhat confident of my body.

The car pulled into a rocky driveway. I climbed out of the car by myself and followed the two boys into the large house. “Uhm, I’ll show you up to your room and then you can get a bit of rest..I guess.” The boy Zayn had called ‘Styles’ said, grabbing my hand. I jumped a little and nodded following him up the stairs.

A gasp escaped my lips as I walked into the room. The walls were painted a light pastel purple, the headboard of the bed had several small dream catchers hanging from it. There was also a laptop and a brand new desk sitting in the corner. “I’m Harry and well...I’m not like most of the other guys there. I didn’t want to.” He looked down, his hands in his pockets. “Oh, well..Thanks? I guess. I’m going to go to bed now. Night.” I told him, pointing towards the open door. “Night, sleep well.” He smiled, walking out and closing the door. I took out the clips from my hair and kicked off the heels, my feet practically throbbing.

I layed in bed, enjoying the smell of crisp white sheets.

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