I Am Prostitute (Narry Stripper AU)

Prolouge

When your parents and your sister die at 15, you aren’t able to access any money, it changes you. You start to become delusional. Your friends start to drift away until they become just another face in the crowd. Bullies like to pick on you, a) because you have no friends, and b) because you haven’t got the will to fight back. Everything becomes a blur. No one wants to hire you for work. The only thing you’ve got left is your guitar and your voice, but that barley covers the cost for one measly meal a day. One night you somehow find yourself walking the streets just to clear your head, not wanting to go home to nothing, when out of nowhere a gang of guys come up to you and start beating the living crap out of you. You lie there, thinking, wishing, hoping that you’re gonna die, but no. The God’s hate you and someone finds you in time. They save you. But they don’t really save you, no. Yeah, they give you a job, and a roof (just) over your head at night, and a new family, but it’s not really living. Getting abused by hungry, horny men every night, and getting called names I shouldn’t even know, and doing things I shouldn’t even be able to do, doesn’t make being alive worthwhile. You go keep going to school, but you are so close to getting expelled as you have no time for it anymore. The bullies are still there, the faces in the crowd never getting closer, but you keep going anyway. It is the only thing that tells you that you are still here in this terrible thing called life. You often wonder why you were even born, or maybe you were just a mistake your parents made when they were drunk one night. You don’t deserve to live. Why should you? No one cares about you. They wouldn’t even notice you were gone if you left. Sometimes you think whether maybe you would go to heaven, or would you go straight to hell, because the God’s hate you, even in the after life. You keep waking up in the mornings with no intention to see another, but something tells you just one more. So you go to school, and then to the strip club. Now you are 18, and you’re not sure how you managed to see that day. Nothing has gotten any better. In fact, things have gotten worse. You have turned to drugs and drinking, to dim the pain and suffering you are feeling. But that’s okay, because your life is never going to get better, and it couldn’t possibly get any worse. How do I know this?

Because I am Harry Styles. And I am a prostitute.

~~~~~~~~~~~~AUTHORS NOTE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Heyy guys! This is my new story I Am Prostitute! It is a Narry fanfic cause i think they are adorable together! WARNING this story will contain Narry fluff, drugs, drinking, and self harm. If it offends you please don't read it! I hope you like it! :)

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