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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34. Chapter 34

 I sat with my head in my hands, curled up into a ball in the corner of the room until I could hear faint sirens.

 So Harry never did care. I was just a stupid game to him. And worst still, I have Niall after me too now. Why do you have to be such a fool in love Abby? Why?

 Someone banged on my door, fiercely. I assumed it was the paramedics needing more details, so I walked over and opened it. I was wrong.

 "Hey, babe," Niall sniggered. I tried to force the door shut but he pushed it open, causing me to fall onto the floor.

 "GET OUT!" I screamed, hoping someone could hear me. Niall's face had blood all over it, so did his hands. As Niall shut and locked my door, I tried running to my back kitchen door. Big mistake.

 "Oi, sweetheart. You ain't going nowhere," Zayn was in my kitchen. The back door had been broken into, and there was now a crowd of their gang gathered in my back yard, on guard.

 "Where's Harry?" I asked, tears streaming down my face.

 "Let's just say he... He went for a little swim," Niall wrapped an arm around my waist from behind, before placing his other hand over my mouth. Paramedics started to knock on the door, so I screamed.

 "Shut the hell up!" Niall whisper/shouted, tightening his grip on my waist and mouth. I started to cry harder and flap my arms and legs around furiously. "Stop it!" Niall repeated a few times, before reluctantly picking me up roughly and carrying me upstairs into my room.

 "I'll go easy if you shut up OK?" Niall said, so I nodded my head. He let go of me and let me run into the corner of the room and hide myself in fear.

 "I-is he d-dead?" I sobbed, referring to Harry.

 "God no. I ain't being sent down for life."

 "Why m-me?"

 "Shut up."

 "Where is Harry?" I began gaining confidence talking to him.

 "I told you to shut up."

 "What are you going to do to me?"

 "Depends," He smirked.

 "What?"

 "What do you want me to do?"

 "Let me go," I began to sob again.

 "No can do," He began to look around my room. He then plonked himself down on my bed. I was disgusted.

 "Niall?"

 "What now?" He was laid, stretched out on my bed, with his eyes closed. I began to gently get up and move over to the window.

 "D-do you love me?" I stuttered.

 He sighed before reluctantly answering, "Yes. Unfortunately." By now I was at the window.

 "Niall?" I asked again.

 "What?" He sounded a little more angry this time.

 "You do know I called the police too, right?"

 "What?" He raged, flinging himself up into sitting poistion.

 "Bye." I smiled, then jumped out of the now open window. Anything would have been better than that. I landed on my head with a thump.

 Darkness began to swallow my vision.

 I was out cold.

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