I've Fallen In love With A Whore. (Niall Horan Fanfic)

You can stop shouting my name now.

A/N: hi hi hi! Not much of a long note, just a thank you to everyone!:) how are you all? Did you all have a good Christmas? I did! Couldn't have asked for a better one, although not all of my family could be with us I still loved it! So that's Darcey on the cover... It's a poopy cover but I'm on my iPad and can't do much so yeah.

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Darcey is naughty... And I know Harry wouldn't do this in reality so don't bite my head of please!

Love you all xxx

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"Mm Harry," I mumble into his lips.

"We, we shouldn't be doing this," Harry says, out of breath as he pulls away.

"I know," I agree, dropping my hands from his neck.

"I have feelings for you Darcey, bu but if we do this its going to get more complicated, besides Lille loves me, you love Niall."

"You're right, sorry Harry"

"I'm sorry too," he stands up and holds out his hand, I take it as he pulls me up.

"Why does things have to be so complicated?" I question sighing.

"Life is I suppose, we can't all have it perfect,"

"Perfect doesn't exist" I stifle a laugh.

"I think it does," Harry's face inches closer to mine, he tucked a bit of hair that's fallen into my eyes behind my ear.

"Well even if it does, its overrated" I stare at the ground. Being perfect is definitely overrated, people should be different.

"You're not overrated" his long fingers lightly touch my chin, lifting it to face his big green eyes.

"That's because I'm not perfect," I try to avoid eye contact. If I stare into his eyes any longer I'll want to kiss him again. Pick something to stare at Darcey. Nice going on stopping at an ally where all you can stare at to avoid eye contact is a brick wall with graffiti and pee stains on it.

"You are to me," he whispers, even though I could barely hear him.

"I know this is bad Darcey but you just have this hold on me, I can't stop thinking about you, I need you."

*FLASH BACK*

"I need you Darce, please just one more time" Rhys begged, touching my crotch through my leggings. My more developed body cringing.

"No Rhys, I'm 14 years old and you're 28, this is wrong" I push away his filthy hands.

"No it's not, I love you!"

"You're supposed to Rhys, as my uncle." I spit, turning to my bedroom door.

"You're not going anywhere." He spits back, grabbing my wrist with all his strength and throwing me onto the floor. Shocked from his anger I begin to cry. Why me?

He picks me up by my hair and throws me onto the bed, taking of his clothes and hovering over my body, now I'm 14 I can fight him of off me, or at least try.

Using all the strength i can right at the moment I kick and punch, but he doesn't give up so easily.

"Stop you little slut! You will do what I say or I will kill you and your parents!" His voice deepens as he grabs my arms and pulls a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. He cuffs my hands to the metal rails on my bed which I really wish wasn't there and does the same to my feet. Crying in defeat I again let him take advantage of my body.