Paid Love (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Hi, I'm Abby Thomas. Age 17, grade 12. School is terrible, I have very few friends. What am I talking about I have two friends. But I only really talk to one which is Jessica. But there is this one guy that everyone adores and looks up to. But they look past the fact he is a total douchebag, so are his friends. But what happens when my friend Jessica dares me to go out with him and see how long I last? Did I mention she'll pay me 20 dollars each day. He'll go out with any girl he gets his hands on, just to see if he could get in their pants. Well do I accept this challenge? Do I fall in love? Does he find out?

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17. Chapter 17

  "Meet me behind the school to give it to me," I said to Jessica then stuffed my face in my potato chips that I practicly in love with. I sat there foot over foot under the lunch table eating, while staring at Jessica across the table finishing the food in her mouth so she could speak.

   "Sure. But how long are you going to keep with him? I'm running out of mola," she laughed.

  "How about we make it 20 bucks every two days?"

  "That's not much of a difference but fine," she nodded and took another bite of her sandwich. "But why don't you just crush him already," she spoke with her mouth full of food.

  "Ew! Speak with your mouth empty!," I laughed. "And cause um, I want the money," I lied.

  "He's a scum with probably lots of STDs from fucking the chicks in this school," she swallowed the bits that were still in her mouth. I started to get what seemed angry as the words came out of her mouth.

  "Haha...more likely," I shrugged it off and just turned my head to his table and stared at him smiling and laughed with his buddies. But I seen Niall was there still. Why wasn't he mad about Niall sitting with him? Why was Niall sitting there! I thought Harry was mad... "So I thought Niall and Harry hated each other?." I stared back at Jessica.

  "Well unlike you two he came to school and just joked to the other 3 over there and those sluts that he got kicked in the ass by Harry. I guess when Niall was joking around about fighting with him and things Harry gave him another chance just because he confessed that Harry beat the shit out of him." 

  "Weird," I took another chip in my mouth. The rest of lunch was really silent between us two but I was releaved when 6th period approached. 

  "Today were doing a big essay with a partner because this quarter is almost up," my math teacher announced to the class. I heard lots of people groan and moan about it, but me it's just like faster you do it the faster you don't have to do it anymore. I hated math class to be honest cause the only person I knew in the class was Harry's friend Liam. I didn't talk to him but I see him. Right when I was okay with it she added something to her words. "I'll be picking your partners." I sat there comfident trying to act like I didn't care. I fixed my leather jacket making sure it wasn't all wrinkly. "Abby your with Bailey." I stared over to where the teacher was pointing and locked eyes with one of 'those girls'.

  What I mean by that, I mean she was one of the girls who hang out with Maddie. Maddie the school female slut. Or you can just say the bitch who thinks she's all queen of this grade. "Ew," she muttered sitting next to me. I gazed at her, with a glare.

  "What?," I spat.

  "Nothing," she rolled her eyes taking the sheet of paper telling us what the essay was about. She slammed it infront of me and moved her chair backwards to talk with other people.

  "Um, what's this for," I grabbed it and slammed it back infront of her. She turned back with her mouth open and gave a "ugh" sound.

  "You. That's who it's for. Your doing it not me," she slammed it once more over on my side.

  "Fine but your name isn't going on it."

  "What ever Abby. Your just a little hoe who thinks she's now popular. But get this, your not. Your boyfriend is; your not. Your just dragging him down with your gross ass clothes, face and fucking you breathing. No one wanted you this hole time but look he got drunk and was more than likely dared to date you. DARED. Your not anything to anyone." I felt angry rise in me and without thinking my fist rose and connected to her face. I heard a scream then seen myself totally zoned out. 

  "Abby! Abby!," the teacher screamed in my ear but each time she did I became more and more out of it; no sound only the picture infront of me and slow motion. It felt like I was in a trans. 

  As I sat there I felt a small hand plunged at my cheek. A sting rushed through the side of my face but it made me laugh. I started to laugh more and more, louder each puff. I turned my head now back in reality. "You think your so cleaver but your not. That might be true but at least I can get to him, be in love with him unlike someone who hooks up and sleeps with almost every guy then you call me a hoe? I'm a fresh virgin thank you. Some people might make fun of me for that but in reality they have no room to talk. They sleep with more people that a average human has sex every year. So I'm sick of you and Maddie, her, everyone. Just go fuck yourself," I got up and walked out of the class room. I slid against the lockers and sat on the ground staring ahead at the other lockers from 400-543. 

  At least if he's using me for something, were even... 

  Instead of going to 7th period everyone scatters around the halls, other rooms and outside because all it is, is things like choir, band, art, gym, study hall. "Jessica," I hollered to her from the other side of the hall till she seen me. "Come on," I whispered and pushed everyone blocking my way to the back door of the school to get to the back of it.

  "Here," she handed me 40 dollars. "Did you even spend any of the money?"

  "Nope not really."

  "Why not?"

  "I have a car to pay off you know," I smiled. Fuck my car! I forgot all about it! It's still at Harry's place.

  "Well use it wisely cause all this is coming out of my dad's wallet."

  "Jessica!"

  "What," she laughed.

  "You stole all that from your dad!?"

  "I prefer the term 'barrow'."

  "Yeah totally," I laughed and stared down at the money counting it. It was all in fives instead of my normal twenty dollar bills. 

  "Who is that?," she nudged me and pointed around the corner where a figure stood and watched. 

  "I don't know," I whispered and pocketed the money. I turned completely around to the person and tried figuring out who it was but couldn't. "Hey!," I yelled as it took of running in the other direction.

  "It's probably just Ryan."

  "Ryan? Ryan Shay?"

  "Yeah," she blushed.

  "Why would he watch us?"

  "Well I'm kinda dating him now..."

  "Aww!," I practicly yelled. "That's so adorable! Oh my god!"

  "Shut up."

  "No," I laughed.

  "Shhh." she said again then trailed her eyes back and forth to me then behind me. Following her eyes I turned and seen Harry behind me with a big smile on his face.

  "Hey babe," he put his arms under my lower back and pulled me into a kiss. I pulled back.

  "Hi," I smiled.

  "So what are we going to do tonight?"

  "I don't know but I do know I'm coming over."

  "Woah who said you could?"

  "Myself duh! Plus my car is still there," I removed my body from his. 

  "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Aren't I blonde," he again started touching me; put his arm back around me pulling me closer than last time. 

  "I guess you are," I pushed him away and turned back to Jessica. "We'll talk later?"

  "Sure," she giggled staring at me then gazing at Harry. "Text me," she yelled as she walked off.

  "I will promise!" I felt his arms fully wrap around me after she was out of sight and twirled me facing him. 

  "Why didn't you sit with us at lunch," he put his head on mine.

  "Because I needed to talk to Jessica duh," I smirked staring up in his eyes.

  "Well sit with us tomorrow please, I missed you."

  "Harry," I pulled back but still in his grasp. "It was only like 40 minutes, I think you'll live."

  "I will but I'll be weakened," he took a breath. "Cause it's like a arrow in my heart."

  "But what if I shoot that arrow?," I asked stupidly.

  "Then that means either your breaking up with me or that your cupid telling me that our relationship of love is real," he smiled. 

   "I guess we'll never know, huh?," I blushed and laid my head on his shoulder and hugged him. His arms wrapped around me. "But we'll see when I get that arrow."

  The arrow I'll shoot to see if I love him or make him leave like he's nothing. I say its more like 'Paid love'.

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