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?


33. Chapter 33

  "Shut up or i'll hurt you," Niall moved his hand over my mouth preventing me from speaking. Tears began to fall down my cheeks, but I didn't give up. I bit down as hard as I could on his fingers so he'd let go. 

  "Harry! Please, help!," I cried. I felt someones hand cuff the back of my hair and tug me backwards making me fall to the ground making me whimper in pain. My eyes were pinned shut so I didn't have look at who done it. 

  "What the fuck are you guys doing!," shouted Harry. The hands that held my hair slightly released a bit. "What in the hell!" 

  "Harry go, don't make this harder than it already is," chuckled a voice behind me. The one holding my hair is Zayn, I could tell by his voice echoing in my ears. 

  "What the fuck! You just want me to turn and leave? That's my fucking girlfriend your talking about!"

  "Oh we'll let her go," Niall cut it. "But you'll have to do something for us."

  "Harry don't do it," I cried.

  "Which is what?"

  "Tell her the truth. Tell her how you'd come over and explain how she was a bore, how she was hard to get in bed with and how you told her lies about being a virgin. You can even tell her how you got laid the night before you even talked to her. How she was just a thing to you, just another girl in your list-" Harry's jaw tensed and he lunged forward socking Niall in the face. I watched as Niall brought his hand up feeling his cheek with a smirk. "You just made it worse for her," he chuckled. 

  Next thing I know Zayn picked me up by my hair making me stand on my feet. Cold breathing began to form on my neck. "Don't fucking touch her!," Harry warned. I have no idea what's going on behind me which scared me. Lips touched my skin making me freeze in place. I thought for a moment, I'm not a dog I need to at least do something...

  "Don't touch me!," I turned the best I could and kicked him in the knee. He quickly released his hands from my hair so I take that chance to try to run at least but didn't get far before a chunky dude with a black braid wrap his arms around my waist pulling me to the ground. I squirmed around, "Get off me!"

  "Harry isn't going to do anything?," Niall laughed. "The best thing for you to do is leave. Just turn around and leave. Tomorrow we can brush this off and say we never seen anything. How's that?"

  "No," Harry growled. 

  "Or you could help us with her." He didn't reply. Out of no where a hand connected to my face leaving a sting sensation. 

  "Ow!," I cried at the top of my lungs. 

  "Get off her!," The weight that was on me simply was lifted off. I backed away as I watched Harry throw punches at the man. Then the few others including Niall and Zayn gained up on Harry, I felt hopeless and weak. "Go, Leave!," I heard Harry yell the best he could as he got pounded. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I got up and ran back as fast as I could back to my house. 

  When I got inside I slammed the door locking it and running to get my house phone dialing 9-1-1 as fast as I could while still crying. "Hello this is 9-1-1 what is your emergency?"

  "Help! Please help, there are guys beating up my boyfriend and they hit me! Just please help they might be killing him all I know please! Help! Help me please!-"

  "Slow down please, what's your name?"

  "Abby! It's Abby!"

  "Abby what, hon?"

  "Abby Thomas! Now please! Please help I can't talk hurry! Hurry!"

  "Ma'am please calm down the paramedics and police our on the way to your location, please stay on the line." 

  "No! Hurry! I can't talk I have to see if he's alright! Please," I cried louder. 

  "Everything will be alright, we promise." 

  "You don't know that!," I yelled. Frustrated, I slammed the phone down and ran my hands through my hair pacing back and forth. "This is my fault, all my fault," I sobbed. 

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