The Auction

"Welcome to the Sex Auction," The man shouted. Oh fuck. This is going to be fun- not. I'm not having sex with anyone! I don't give a fuck okay? "Lily Black everyone," He beckoned to me as I strode onto stage. Someone had to take me, otherwise I was stuck with Rob and Carl. They'd make me do whatever they want. And they'd make sure I did it. Suddenly a thick Irish accent called out, "£2000," Fuck. That's a lot. For me? "Ah, and Lily Black goes to Niall Horan! That is until he gets sick of her and brings her back!" The man chuckled. "Oh I can assure you I won't be bored of this one," The Irish accent smirked.


17. Confused

This day has dragged on for so long. I'm trying to avoid thinking Oh shit. I just ran to the bathroom to be sick. I think I need to go see if Niall's let Harry out yet. I walked to Harry's room, across the hall, with half a dozen tissues stuffed up my cardigan. The door was slightly ajar. I took my chance, and darted in. "Harry?" I whispered, still hoarse from the crying. He mumbled a reply. He was lying, shirtless on his bed. His expression was angry. He saw me and jumped up. "I thought you were one of the guys," Harry exclaimed hugging me immediately. "Are you okay?" Harry cried, examining me. "Niall kissed me that's all. But..." I trailed off, trying to choke the words out, "Harry. The. Baby. It's. It's. Dea-" I didn't finish, because I started crying. "Baby, I'm so sorry," Harry soothed, rubbing my back, whilst I pushed Harry onto the bed. I landed on top of him. It was uncomfortable standing up. I just hugged him. After an hour of crying I looked up at Harry, my eyes puffy. "Thank you Harry,"I whispered. "What for?" Harry asked. I sighed, "Everything,"Harry laughed a little, "it's fine Lily," Harry smiled, as he patted my back. I realised that he had a load of tattoos on his chest. I stared at them, "Lil, you know my eyes are up here. I know my abs are sexy though!" Harry joked. That's exactly what Niall said, you know my eyes are up here. But they're not the same. Not at all. "No, I wasn't looking at your abs Harry, I was looking at your tattoos," I blushed when I said it. I don't know why. Harry looked sad, "you think they're disgusting don't you?" Harry sighed. I shook my head vigorously.

"No Harry they're unique and beautiful!" I smiled, they were. Harry smiled, "what do they mean?" I asked. I traced a butterfly on his chest, near his heart. As he explained to me I noticed a tattoo on his wrist. I really liked it. It said, I can't change. Then I spotted another one, near his faint v-line. It said, might as well. What's that supposed to mean? "Whats that one supposed to mean?" I asked, running my finger over the 'might as well' tattoo. It was kind of awkward, because I was basically running my hand down his v-line. Harry smirked, but all he said was,"Iguess, it's literal," I sighed. And rested my head on his chest. "Lily, do you like me?" Harry asked. "Like you? I fucking love you, your so kind!" I giggled. "No Lily. Seriously?" Harry asked, his expression serious. I didn't answer...I didn't know what he was on about really. Harry sighed, his eyes turning dark. "Lily. You can't like me. I'm  not who  you think I am," Harry said. Okay. I'm official confused. 

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