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"Thanks for coming," a new sort of but not really friend called to Niall.
"Yeah," Niall said back. He shoved his hands in his pockets. He heard the big front door close. He began his short walk back home.
As soon as he got back to his house, he flopped down on his bed and began crying. He hated this way of living. Someone different every night. Usually not interested in him, just his sex.
Niall was a prostitute. He had been since he was 15. His parents were never supportive. (We all know they are ridiculously supportive but just go with it for this story). He was kicked out at 14 and wasn't able to get a real job. Prostitution was his only option. It was the worst it could get.
He got a call from someone a few minutes later from his best friend, Liam. "Hey, Liam."
"Hey, Niall. I was wondering if you wanted to get together tomorrow night? It's been a while since we've see each other," he said.
"Uh yeah sure. Pick me up?"
"Of course. I'll be there around eight."
"Okay see you."
"Bye, Niall."
"Bye, Liam." Niall was clearly nervous because the last time he saw Niall was when they were 13 and Niall wasn't a prostitute. He didn't want to tell Liam that but now he had to.
The following night, Liam picked him up around 8:00. "Thanks for picking me up."
"No problem. So, tell me about yourself. It's been almost ten years since we've seen each other," Liam said.
"Life is great," he lied. "I have a great job and a nice house and......"
He began sputtering and couldn't hold himself together. He put his face in his hands. Liam placed a hand on his back. "I can tell something's not right here. You can tell me the truth, Niall."
"Okay fine! I have the worst possible job! I'm just whore. I can't seem to get any other job so I'm a prostitute," he cried.
"Niall, why didn't you tell me? I could've helped you," Liam said. "How about you move in with me until we can get you a real job."
"You don't have to do that." Niall wiped his tears.
"Yes I do. I need to make sure you're not living a shit life. I'm your best friend for God sakes. You're staying with me until you get a real job," he stated firmly.
"I really don't want you to have to deal with me."
"Oh please. You're the least of my problems."
"Fine."
"How about we go get something to drink?"
"Sounds great."
That night, they both got super drunk, not even understanding what the hell was going on. They ended up having sex together.
A few weeks later, Niall laid on the couch, feeling like shit. He threw up every 5 minutes and every bone and joint ached terribly.
"You ready for your doctor's appointment, Niall?" Liam asked, brining in a to-go mug for the ride.
"Yeah," he croaked. His voice was raspy from the throwing up so often.
They pulled up to the doctor's office. Niall for a bit of assistance in walking in because of the pain throughout his body.
