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.

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4. Mine

We layed under the covers together. We didn't do anything, we just, made out. Thank god. I squirmed as Niall rummaged his hand under my top, "I'd better go," I whispered, jumping out of the bed. I ran out of the room, across the hall. And straight into mine. I brushed my teeth. I needed to get the taste of Niall's lips out of my mouth, fast. After brushing my teeth I dived into bed. Wow. I just had a heated make out session with a complete fucker. I layed still in my bed. There was a knock at the door, so I pretended I was asleep. It was Harry, he walked over to my bed, "I thought you'd be asleep. That's why I came.  I'll feel like I'm telling you. But I'm not. You won't know, because your asleep," Harry whispered, stroking back my hair, "I know about the auction. I know everything. I'm going to get you out of here, and away from the auction, I promise. Lily. I will save you from this. All of it," Harry finished, and walked out of the room. Well that was fucking weird. I sighed, wow. Harry was going to try and get me out of this...this torture. I slid further under the covers. Fifteen minutes later, Niall slipped in. "Lily," Niall whispered. I opened my eyes, "Niall, it's like one in the morning!" I groaned. He slapped the side of my face. I felt the tears sting in my eyes. "Your mine, Lily. Mine," Niall smirked. "What do you mean?" I whispered, clearly intimidated. "Your mine. Mine. That's all," Niall grinned, he sucked a spot on my neck, then bit it. "First hickey?" Niall laughed. I shook my head. "Not the first," I whispered. He seemed angry, and slithered out, "but the worst," I added when I was sure he had left. Niall stormed back in, he shouted, "I heard that you fucking slut!" I cowered away. He pulled me out of bed. He threw my top off and clutched my breast. "Niall please," I whispered. He threw me to the floor. "That's not my NAME!" He screamed ferociously. "I-I-I'm sorry," I muttered. He sucked- my stomach then moved up. And up. And up. It was horrible. "Who's hickey was the best then?" Niall demanded. "Yours," I said, tears rushing down my face . "WHO'S?" Niall screeched. "Yours," I shouted. Louis came running in, "What's going o-" he stopped when he saw Niall with his mouth against my breast. "Help," I whispered. Niall threw me to the floor and stalked out. I covered my chest with my hands whilst Louis came over, "Are you okay?" He asked. "Niall gets like that sometimes, I'm sorry," Louis whispered. "I'm fine, don't be sorry," I smiled. Tears rushing down my face. I grabbed my top and threw it on. Just as Harry walked in. "What happened? I heard screaming!" Harry cried dramatically. "Nothing," I muttered. Harry started to protest, but Louis pushed him out and locked the door. "Wanna talk?" Louis asked kindly. I nodded, as I poured my heart out to Louis for the rest of the night. 

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