Change of Plans

When high-class Abigail Mitchell meets low-class Niall Horan her life turns up side down. And the rest you'll have to read to find out.

** Warning: Contains sexual scenarios.


3. Servant

I woke up alone, confused and naked in the middle of the night. I sat up and looked around, the only light that came in was that from the curtained window that was behind the bed. I glanced over at the light that came from under the washroom door. The sound of a flushed toilet startled me, causing me to cover myself with the blanket.

"Morning my princess" I watched as Prince stood against the washroom door, his full naked body exposed to me. His arms crossed over his toned torso.

"I-I uh.." I stared at him, eyes wide open. He smirked.

"You're amazing in bed.." He whispered as he made his way over to the bed. He jumped and landed beside me.

I stared at him in confusion, suddenly remembering what I had done with him.

"You know, you don't need to cover up" he said, lowering the blanket I held against my breasts.

"Listen, what happened, that shouldn't have happened, I don't even know your name sir" I said politely, pulling the blanket back up in embarrassment.

"Robert. My name is Robert" He smiled, lightly pulling the blanket back down, kissing my breasts lightly.

"Robert I can't do this" I said, moving away from him.

"Yes you can" He said, pulling me close.

"No this was all a mistake I—"

"You are going to do this!" His voice raised slightly. I stared into his eyes fearfully, afraid of what this man was going to do to me.

"Come here!" He yelled. I did as he said and got closer to him on the bed. He bent his legs and got on his knees, supporting all his weight on them. He grabbed his member and began rubbing it hard with his hand. He grabbed the back of my head with his other hand.

"Do it again" he demanded. I stared at him, confused and scared.

"Now!" He raised his voice. I placed my head in front of his torso and began licking his cock.

He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pushed my head back and forth, causing his member to go deeper into my mouth each time. I choked and coughed as he moved my head harder and faster.

Tears began forming in my eyes, scared and not knowing what to do, I pushed him away with all my strength.

"Don't touch me ever again" I hissed loudly. He stared at me angrily.

"I make the decisions from now on" He said angrily, reaching for my arm. I backed away quickly, falling off of the bed. My hands moved quickly on the floor, searching for an item of clothing. I stood up after finding his shirt on the floor.

"Get back here!" He yelled as I ran out of the room. I quickly slid his shirt on and ran as fast as I possibly could. My eyes searched for any sign of escape. Thankfully I spotted an elevator down the hallway. I hopped in and pressed any button with my shaking hands.

"Are you alright?" I looked beside me to see a lady about my age.

"No, I need help. Please." I begged.

She stood closer to me, holding me from fainting. She wore worker clothing, her red hair was pinned back into a tight hair bun. She had sparkling blue eyes and peachy cheeks.

"What's your name?" I asked in between quick breaths.

"Eve. What's your name?"

"Abigail, Abigail Mitchell" I replied.

A deep silence filled the small elevator.

"Miss, I should get you upstairs to your parents and Sir Prince" she said after a bit.

"No, please, I need to be as far away from them as possible" I said.

She nodded.

"Come with me Miss Mitchell" she said as the elevator doors opened.

"Please, call me Abby" I smiled.

That was the first time I had ever told anyone to call me Abby. Something about this girl made me trust her, maybe it was the way she spoke or how she was so humble. Not thinking about what would happened, I let her lead me out of the elevator into a large ballroom. The smell of cigars and wine filled the room. I looked around to see that almost everyone was dressed like Eve. Loud dancing music was playing as multiple people danced around happily. It was a dance I had never seen before. It was fast and everyone looked like they were enjoying themselves.

"What is this place?" I asked as we sat down at one of the tables.

"This is the servant room" She answered.

"Servant room?" I looked around, a puzzled look on my face.

"We all work for the royal family of Sir Prince. We are allowed to party but they have to be down here, and if the ones upstairs need assistance, we get called up by that speaker on the wall over there" She signalled to a big speaker that hung on the wall.

I looked around the room, everyone seemed happy as they danced. Some ate, played poker, smoked and drank. I couldn't help but smile at how fun everything looked.

"Come with me" Eve said, grabbing my arm. I followed her as she took me to a small room.

"You'll have to fit in if you want to have some fun" she squealed happily as she opened the door.

She pulled me into the room.

"Here, put this on" She smiled, handing me an exact copy of what she was wearing.

I removed the shirt I wore and got into the dress. She helped me attach it at the back. My mind wandered off to earlier. To myself, giving that monster everything I would have never given anyone in my whole life. If only I hadn't done what I did with him, I would be in massive trouble but I wouldn't feel as sick as I do. If only I hadn't done all that, he wouldn't have tried to take advantage of me.

Eve interrupted the awful thoughts that were making me stress.

"Done!" She said.

We walked out of the room and back to the loud music.

"Do you know how to dance this?" She asked as we stood where everyone danced.

I shook my head no.

"I'll teach y—"

"May I have this dance Eve?" She turned around to see a handsome boy.

"Go!" I pushed her towards him, making her land in his arms.

I smiled and went and sat at a table.

"Haven't seen you here before" I turned my head to see a young man sitting beside me.

"Uh, no I-I" I stuttered nervously. He leaned over the table and took a big sip out of the beer bottle he held in his hand.

"You're too good looking to be here miss" He whispered closely, his hot alcoholic breath hit my face.

"Abigail. Not miss." I said, looking into his eyes.

He leaned back on the chair and smiled. He had long shaggy brown hair that seemed to have been combed back earlier but it was now just dangling on his face, covering his emerald green eyes. As he smiled I noticed he had little markings that appeared on his cheeks.

"Harold. But to you, Harry." He said, tilting his head back, taking another drink. As he drunk, the buttons on his white shirt became more and more undone, revealing his tattooed chest. He was sweaty all over, as if he had been dancing all night.

"Quit bothering her mate, you're scaring her." Another young man came to our table, but instead of sitting down, he leaned on it, resting his chin on the palm of hand.

My breath was suddenly taken away. I couldn't keep my eyes off him as he spoke to Harry. He had a deep accent, beautiful blue eyes and a flawless smile that appeared very often when he spoke. I sat frozen as my heart beat faster and faster.

"Your name?" He said, looking in my direction.

I regained my breath and reality hit me. I stared at him in confusion.

"Pardon?" I asked quietly.

"Have you got a name?"

"Uh, yes of course I do. Abigail"

"Come dance Abigail?" He asked, holding his hand out.

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