Slave Auction

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Summary: Jenna Brown is entering her freshman year in high school. This high school however, has an annual tradition called the Slave Auction- where seniors bid on freshmen to make them do whatever they want for a whole week. Every year, a group of the hottest guys in school bid against each other on the hottest freshman girl, and try to get her to fall in love with them. This year the seniors are: Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, and Louis Tomlinson- and Jenna is the girl they are after.

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19. Eh


Last week, if I had heard his name called by Courtney, I probably would have been horrified. But now, just hearing the name Harry put butterflies in my stomach. I felt an involuntary smile grow on my face.

Am I bipolar? What’s happened to me?

My heart fluttered in my chest as I watched as his silhouette walked between the aisles of seats, making his way up to the stage. As he got closer, I could see his gorgeous smile appear on his lips, bringing me out of this world and into another. I forgot about Louis, Zayn, and even a little bit about Liam. I didn’t even hear the disappointed sighs from people in the audience. I didn’t hear the principal say thank you to everyone for coming and that he hoped to see them next year through the speakers. Nope. I kept my eyes on Harry, noting every little move he made; from him pulling out his wallet to him signing the check. I didn’t even notice Courtney flirtatiously lean over the podium to try to get him to glance down her shirt. Okay, maybe I did notice that, but I noticed even more when he didn’t react. He just combed his hand through his hair and turned to me.

I walked over to him and he snaked his arms around my waist, pulling my close into a hug. He lifted me by the small of my back and I floated in the air for a few seconds before he put me down.

“I got scared you would change your mind,” I say as I look into his emerald eyes.

His dimples slowly appear, “No, I keep my promises.”


“Jessica!” I call to her as I enter the cafeteria. She breaks contact with Louis’ face to look over at me. She smiles and stands up to walk over to me.

“How’d the second auction go?”

“What did you hear?” I ask, looking over at Louis.

“Louis told me that Harry won,” she says smiling.

“What else did he tell you?”

Her smile fades into a confused look, “What do you mean?”

“Never mind,” I reply quickly, shaking my head. “Did you tell Louis that you aren’t staying at his house any longer?”

“Yes,” she sighs. “I did this morning when he walked me to second period.”

I hear a gasp inside my head. She told him before the Second Slave Auction. That’s why he made a bid on me.

Jessica sees the upset look on my face, “What’s wrong?”

I need to tell her.

I take a deep breath, “Louis made a bid on me today.”

Jessica’s expression matches mine, “What?”

“He and Zayn got into a bidding war. Louis almost won with $2,500 before Harry made a bid for $3,000. If it wasn’t for him, I would be staying with Louis for a week.”

Jessica shakes her head in denial, “Are you sure it was him? It’s hard to see on the stage.”

“It was him,” I respond matter-of-factly. “He’s the only person who wears red pants.”

She looks over at Louis, who is watching us intently from the table, in a white and black striped t-shirt with red-dyed pants.


I grab her hand, “I’m sorry.”

She tugs away, “Don’t be,” she straightens up. “I don’t need anyone feeling sorry for me. I’ll ask him about it.”

I follow her back to the table and sit next to Harry.

He sweetly kisses me on the cheek, “Hello, gorgeous.”

I smile, but it quickly fades when I realize a few of us were missing, “Where’s Daisy?”

“Probably in the library like the geek she is,” Louis laughs. I glare at him.

“Okay, then where is Niall?”

“He’s with that girl Kelsey. I guess they are dating now,” Zayn laughs. “Go Niall.”

“Yeah, they are adorable,” Jessica gushes. I snap my attention to her, giving her a look to prompt her to ask Louis.

She understands my look and opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. I glare at her some more.

“S-so who else made a bid on Jenna today?” she asks stuttering.

“A bunch of random guys, Zayn and Harry,” Louis says nonchalantly. He nods at Liam, Zayn, and Harry who give each other confused looks before slowly nodding with him.

“Oh,” Jessica responds.

I feel Louis glare at me as I glare at Jessica to continue. She avoids my gaze and remains silent the rest of the lunch period.


“I’m sorry I’ll do it l8r” the text on my phone says. I roll my eyes and push the lock button, not wanting to respond to Jessica’s lie. I walk out of my sixth period class towards the exit of the grey hallway. My eyes grow wider as I recognize the curly haired boy standing next to the brown doors, hunched over his phone. I walk up to him and poke him in the side.

“How do you know where my class is? I think this classifies as being a stalker now.”

He looks down at me, his height making me feel like an ant next to a skyscraper. “Actually I was waiting for my friend to get out of his class.”

I feel my heart drop to my stomach in embarrassment and disappointment. “Oh, that’s awkward. I’m sorry,” I try to sound casual by adding a laugh at the end.

He smiles, “I’m just messing with you. I was waiting for you.”

I feel relief wash over me, “Oh, in that case, I go back to what I said about being a stalker.”

He laughs deep in his throat, “Only for you, babe.”

I feel my insides tingle as he wraps his arm around my waist, resting his hand on my hip. We walk out of the hallway and I notice a few girls stare at us as we walk by. Harry doesn’t notice anything.

“Do you have a lot of homework today?” he asks glancing over at me.

“A little bit.”

“In what?” he steers me through the crowd of people.

“Geometry and Spanish.”

“You’re taking Spanish? Why?” he asks.

I shrug, “Why not?”

He smiles, “Oh, well, me llamo Harry. Me gusta el queso.”

I stifle a laugh, “You like cheese?”

“Is that what I said?” he laughs. “I thought I said I love cats.”

I laugh too, “That would be ‘Me encantan los gatos.’”

“Good thing you told me. That would be weird: me going around saying I like cheese randomly.”

“Yeah, cats and cheese are very different. I don’t want you to help me with my homework now.”

He leads me to his parking lot and we get inside his gaudy car. We blast music and sing along the whole way.


I get right to work on my homework, rushing through it so I will be able to spend as much time as I can with Harry. I finish and as I am putting my books into my bag, I hear the rumbling of the garage door opening. A few seconds later, Anne walks through the door, her arms full of groceries. I run up to help her, relieving her of some paper bags.

“Thanks Harry,” she says and I giggle a little realizing the bags blocked her view of my face. We set the bags on the counter and she sees me fully for the first time.

“Jenna?” I giggle as she pulls me into a hug. “Did Harry win?”

I flinch at the last word she said but brush it off, “Yeah.”

“Oh good! He was so nervous all week that someone would out bid him. And I told him to spend all the money he needed as long as he thought it was reasonable. It was reasonable, right?”

I bite my lip not knowing what to say. She reads my mind and says, “I guess I don’t want to know, then.”

We both laughed a little.

“Well, what are you doing standing in here with me? Go be with Harry!” I laugh and nod, turning to exit. I walk down the hall and knock on Harry’s door.

“Come in.”

I open and see Harry sitting on his bed, watching TV in grey sweat pants and shirtless.

At seeing his bare skin, I instantly turn towards the wall, “Oh, um…”

I hear him laugh, “I’m wearing pants, Jenna.”

I feel my cheeks turn pink and I slowly turn to look at him. I feel him stare at me as I stare at him. No matter how hard I try, my eyes won’t leave his stomach. His flat, tan, six-pack stomach.

Oh, Lord.

Another laugh sounding from his pink lips finally enables me to tear my eyes away.

“You like what you see?” he questions.

I pray that I am not blushing when I shrug and say, “Eh.”

He raises his eyebrows, a little smirk on his face, “That’s it? Just an ‘eh?’”

I force myself not to smile as I sit next to him on his bed, “Eh.”

I hear him sigh, “Tough crowd.”

I laugh, “You know what I realized?”

He turns his head to look at me, “What?”

“That the whole point of the Slave Auction is for me to do things for people and like help them. And Liam never asked me to do anything, even when he spent all the money. I’m not going to let that happen again.”

Another smirk grows on his face, “Well I have a few things in mind.”
I read his look, “And I will do them. As long as they are PG-13.”

His smirk falls, “Damn, now I got nothing.”

I laugh, “Classy.”

We watch TV in silence for a few moments before he rolls slightly on top of me. “I got something,” he says.

“Oh? And what is it?”

He smiles and leans in, pressing his soft lips to mine.


“Time for dinner!” Anne calls from the hallway. I push Harry away from me quickly.

He laughs as he gets up off the bed and pulling on a black shirt, “How forceful.” He winks and leaves the room.

I slowly get off the bed and follow him, replaying the wink in my head over and over. I walk into the kitchen only to see Harry and Anne sitting at the table with bowls in front of them

“I made my specialty,” Anne smiles. “Noodles.”

“And by specialty, she means the only thing she can cook,” Harry laughs.

Anne smacks him lightly on the arm, “Hush,” She turns to me, “You like noodles?”

I take a seat next to Harry, “I love them.”

We eat and talk, mostly Anne asking about my parents and what they do and what I like to do (when I’m not staying at people’s houses, that is).

At one point, Harry grabs my knee under the table, making me nearly jump. Anne doesn’t notice and I look at Harry. He just smirks and continues to eat. The rest of the dinner, his hand remains, squeezing just above my knee, giving me chills.

Once, Anne is done she stands up. “Well, I’m off to bed. I cooked Harry, you clean,” He nods as she walks away.

I stand up and grab my bowl, carrying it to the kitchen. I set it on the counter and feel Harry’s arms wrap around me from behind, bringing my back to touch his chest.

“I thought of another thing you could do for me,” he whispers seductively in my ear.

I turn around to face him, his hands rest on my hips. “Is it PG-13?”

He nods, pushing me into the counter. I was trapped between that and him. I am reminded of how Louis had trapped me that day in his room. But this time was different; I didn’t try to fight him.

Harry leans in close. I feel his breath on my lips as his barely touch mine. His green eyes are dark as he stares into my brown ones. The ends of his hair tickle my face as he says, “You can do the dishes for me.”

I feel confused as he runs out of the kitchen and towards his room, as if he was scared I would chase after him.

“Harry!” I yell, but I hear his bedroom door slam shut, muffling his laughs.

I sigh as I turn to the dishes.

I guess I asked for this.


I dry my hands on a towel and make my way down the hall. Without knocking, I walk into his room and find him sprawled out on the bed asleep. I roll my eyes. It had been five minutes and he fell asleep? I sit next to him, trying hard not to shift the bed to wake him.

I stare at his peaceful face. His eyelashes were laid on the tops of his cheeks as his chest rose and fell. His chocolate curls fanned out messily around him on the grey pillow. My eyes fell on his light colored lips, wishing I could kiss them.

Without notice, his green eyes flash open and he yells, “Ah!”

I jump off the bed, my heart thumping against my chest.

He laughs, “Got you good, didn’t I?”

I tackle him, “You jerk!” I punch him on the shoulders playfully but he grabs my wrists to stop me.

“Well, aren’t we feisty?” he smirks.

“You nearly killed me!”

His eyebrows raise, “How?”

“I-I could have fallen off the bed and hit my head or my heart could have popped out of my chest or something like that.”

He pulls me down and tugs me close to him, arms gripping me tightly, “Sounds like that could have actually happened,” he says sarcastically.

“It could have.”

He nudges my head to the side with his own and starts to kiss my neck. His warm lips pecked all over and I lost all thought in my head.

“S-so I guess I’m sleeping here then?”

I felt his mouth curve up into a smile, “Well I’m not going to make you sleep on the couch. And you’ve slept in Liam’s bed so why not mine?”

I didn’t realize my eyes were closed until I opened them when he said this. “How do you know about that?”

He looks at me, pushing his hair out of his eyes, “Liam told me.”

“Of course he did.”

“Nothing happened though, right?” he looks at me a little nervously. Something I wasn’t used to seeing in his usually cocky expression.

I shake my head.

He smiles, “Good.”

He continues to kiss at my neck and my eyes close tightly again. After a few more seconds of this, he breaks contact, making me groan and open my eyes.

“Upset much?” he asks. I stare at him as leans in close, brushing my lips with his.

“Eh.” I reply. He smiles and decreases the space between us again, bringing his lips to mine.


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