Jamie Lyle, an eighteen year old girl with a twisted life, is a prostitute. Her mum kicked her out for her own good when she was fifteen, and now she is living on the streets. She never liked what she did, but when she meets Liam Payne, her life turns around. Will it be for the better or the worst?


1. Jamie Lyle


I am- scratch that- was a normal fifteen year old. My mum threw me out because of my abusive father. Where does a fifteen year old go? It's either hobo or prostitute out here, you lot. I am now eighteen. It was rape. That was when I was kicked out. I am not a slut or a whore. I am a teenager, trying to survive. People glance at me on the streets laughing, or sometimes even spitting. I despise everyone except for my dear, murdered mother. Nobody would donate me any money when I was a begger. You get the drill now, don't you? Good. Here comes a guy. Maybe he'll be my next client. Yes, I have clients. Got a problem?

It was about nine thirty and nobody was really around. My dark brown hair waved in the wind, going down to my chest. Nobody could resist my curves. No man, that is.

"What're you doing out here? It's freezing!" He said. I shrugged.

"It's where I live." I said. He raised his eyebrows and walked closer, the wind whipping across my face. I took in his features. Cropped brown hair, hefty shoulders. I felt something different about him, like I couldn't use him for money. 

"Why do you live here?" He asked me. I decided to tell him.

"My mum kicked me out at fifteen. My father raped me at fifteen." I said, glancing nervously behind my shoulder. Rain started to drizzle and he didn't leave.

"It's starting to rain. You can leave now." I said. He walked closer and said, "It's a public place, sweetheart. I can stay if I want." I just shrugged.

"Why do you want to stay here with me?" I asked him. 

"Why not?" Was all he said.

"My name's Jamie." I said, the rain now pouring.

"Liam. Get your stuff." He told me. I shook my head. He nodded his and since I was a stubborn thing, I wouldn't move. He picked me up and carried me to a flat. I shook my head and said, "I weigh as much as an elephant! How'd you carry me?"

"Because you weigh as much as feather. Not an elephant. Come on then!" He prodded. I gave in and sighed. Inside it was warm and spacious. 

"You have a room here?" I asked. It was a higher end place. He nodded. How could a human be so kind?

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