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?


35. Chapter 35

  My eyes flickered a few before they fully opened. Where was I? As my vision comes back I see a white ceiling with dots on each panel. Was I at the hospital? That's my first guess. But as my eyes cleared I surly wasn't at any hospital.

  "Finally awake huh? How was your 'nap'?" I felt the cold breeze in the room hit my skin awfully. Was I naked? Not only was I cold my head throbbed terribly. 

  "Wha-" I whispered as I gripped my head. To my right I spotted a small crappy steal chair placed in the corner with nothing else and to my left Niall was leaning against the plan white wall. But it had big fist holes all through it. If not a punch mark then a scratch, torn, anything but it wasn't a nice wall. The lights were dim but the bed was comfy. 

  "I said did you have a nice nap?," his voice growled. 

  "No, what the fuck is this!" I sat up, and stared down at my exposed body out for everyone to see. My legs twitched to my chest as I held myself, covering my chest with my knees. "Where's Harry! Where's the police! Where's anything? Where are we!" 

  "Oh no no no," he moved his finger side to side doing that 'd d d' sound with his tongue walking towards me. "So many questions, and only one answer."

  "Which is?"

  "No where," he laughs. His laugh makes all the tiny little hairs on my body to rise up. His hand touched the top of my head making me jump. He slowly ran his hand down my hair. 

  "Don't fucking touch me you- you- you creep!," I slapped him away. But his hand came back in contact with my hair but this time before I could swap away he wrapped his fingers in it and pulled up causing the already throbbing pain grow worse. I whimpered. "Stop please!" My hands instantly grab his hands to try and push them down to level it with my head so it's not pulling. 

  "Better get used to it sunshine. Your mine now, just after I claim you infront of him." 

  "Who! Harry? Where is he?!" I cried. He took my hair and did a throw like movement letting it go harshly. Niall stepped away from the bed and out to the door I didn't spot the first time but was on the far right in front of me. "Wait!-" I screamed as he slammed the door shut. The tears came faster as I realized I probably wouldn't get out, know if Harry is okay, to see my mom again...


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  It seemed like hours have past as I sat on the bed with no blankets just pillows and sheets, naked. Crying harder each minute I was in there. Scared if someone was going to come in to hurt me. I have never been in this situation before and I never dreampt of being in it either. I only watched shows, read stories, and seen in the news about girls who have been token. It all starts with a stupid idea or a normal life thing then you end up getting taken, after you get tortured and some even killed. I read so many books like that and I don't want them to be me. I heard rustling outside the door, more like two males arguing before the door clicked. My first reaction was to hop of the bed and hide under it but what is it worth. The books I read always seem if the girl trys to escape it ends in punishment. 

  "Brought you food. Come here," Niall opened the door and closed it with one hand as he held a tray in his other. I watched as he sat it on the one steal chair. I didn't listen to him. "Now!" No. "You know what-" his angry tone made me shiver. Again the fear and tears came back as his hands cuffed my neck and dragged me to the chair putting me on all four knees. "When I say fucking eat, you eat!" He pushed my head down into the hot food that seemed to be a crappy version of mashed potatoes and green beans. My face was burning for sure.

  "Please," I sobbed. "Stop!" He released, grabbing the water he had left for me and opened it.

  "Slut," he spat as the water came down on me. The liquid rushed from my head to the bottom of my toes making me colder. I cried more. He threw the bottle at the wall. "You know what, get up." 

  "No," I said at the bottom of my voice. 

  "Get up! Now!" Obeying, my shivering starving body stood up and made eyes with the pleased boy infront of me. "Good. You deserve a award for learning." Without knowing what's going on Niall's hands end up on my waist digging into them, with his lips on mine. Disgusted I push on his chest, hard. Harder. Nothing. The no use of getting away I dig my nails into his side, for him to release. 

  "Your gross! Your nothing! No body wants you! Your a mistake! You treat people like animals! Harry is better! I belong to Harry!" And with in a instant of a second his hand was on and across my face... 

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