Changed (Harry styles fanfic)

Dear Diary, Hi. I'm Hannah. People around know me as the girl who has sex for fun. In other words, I'm somewhat of a prostitute. But what they don't know is that I don't do it because I like it, I actually have a good reason for doing it.
My parents divorced about a year ago and my mom has a low budget job, which barley pays off our rent of our apartment. So I joined the fine life of prostitution. Yeah I don't like doing it, but I need to help my mom in someway. You know my name, not my story. I wonder if finding a boyfriend mind change things up a bit... <3


1. chapter 1

 This is not my book give credit to meow phillip this is his book 





Just give me my money you asked for the three hour you owe me $600 I scream

Cmon Babe just an extra hour for free please


After what seems like hours of fighting he finally hands me my money and I walk out of his house. Not even Knowing his name I hated the fact that I did this.

As im walking back to my house, My phone buzz. So I pick it up


Yes. Hannah I saw your ad in the Paper $200 an hour eh. the young man whispers.

Yes. But I actually just finish my last shift for tonight so Can I call you back tomorrow please?.I beg

Im leaving tomorrow morning, Sure does suck for you I was gonna pay a little extra.The man teases.

alright fine address

The men tells me his address and I head off to another direction to his house.Its getting a little bit cold so I put on my coat that I was carrying. I walk up to his house witch seem like to be hours away from my house.

I knock 

Hello the man says while opening the door.'

I realize he was no man. He look like he might be in his twenties.Like me. Finally someone my age or at least close to it.

Yes im Hannah can I come in

Oh Yes of course  come in

The boy gestures a hand out expecting me to hand him my coat so he can put it on the coat rack.His house was all dark no light and smell like dead people.

This way my love he pleaded

I follow him until we reach this door that had at least 3 locks on it.Where was I going

As soon as he gestures me in I feel a heavy push on my back and all of a sudden I was pushin down a flight of stairs.Bones cracking body aching. Not having total conciousness of what just happen. Than I soon catch on.

Hey what the hell was that for prick I cry.

The boys turns around and yells im Harry not "prick " and shuts the door.

I start to scream for help. My hearts starts racing. My hands trembling there my pocket in search for my phone. Fuck I left the phone in the pocket of the jacket I was wearing.After hours of worth of time sitting there I get up and start limping up the stairs. i had just fallen down from I have no clue who this Mysterious boy was. But it sure scared the hell out of me not knowing what i got myself into.

I finally got to the top of the stairs putting my hand on the handle. Praying he didnt lock the door. With my lock he hasnt. I open the door ever so slightly until I see no sign of him.I walk out  and creep up to the coat rack where my coat was hung up. I reach into the pocket Nothing shit. He took my phone. It was pitch black I couldnt see a thing. I walk into a room witch look like the kitchen. I felt around looking for an Object I have protect myself with once again nothing.

Hannah I hear someone scream

It was Harry. He starts walking towards me. My body stands frozen. Not being able to do anything. I felt his soft Moisturized Hands run across my cheek. 

I threw you down there for a reason Baby girl.

Fuck you I say my left knee raising up against his croch. 

I start to try and run away. being remember by the throbbing ankle wasnt helping at all. I found the bathroom and lock myself in it. I try to breath as less as possible so I wouldnt blow my cover.

I than feel a hand come swinging behind me with a cloth that contained Some kind of Chemical witch made me sleepy.

Shhh Baby girl shh.. Harry whispers.

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