I Am Prostitute (Narry Stripper AU)

Chapter 8: Jealousy Is An Ugly Colour On You

***Niall’s POV*** WARNING: Bit of fluff ;)

Liam led me and Harry to English, and luckily he was with us otherwise we would’ve had at least a months worth of detention. He looked the teacher right in the eyes with his puppy dog look, and explained that him and Harry were showing me around, since I was the new kid. He looked suspicious at the fact that Harry was with us, but brushed it off and smiled brightly at me. He then told us to take a seat and copy down the notes from the board. I sat next to Liam with Harry on the other side of him. As I was about to start writing the notes, I remembered that I forgot to grab my pencil case. I leaned over to Liam and asked him for a pencil, and for some reason he looked over at Harry to make sure that he was watching us, smirked and gave me a pencil while giving me a cheeky look. I watched as Harry’s face went from confused, to jealous in an instant. Jealous? Why would he be jealous? Liam’s my best mate! I thanked Liam, and turned back to the board. No way! I tried hard not to drop my mouth to the floor in realisation. I had told Liam about Harry and mine make out session. Liam knew I was gay, or at least bi. He was trying to make Harry jealous on purpose. I had to speak to Liam about this after class, but for now, I am just going to act like normal and copy down the notes.

That class went for what felt like infinity, and finally the bell rang and I stood up and dragged Liam out of the classroom by the collar of his shirt. He yelped in surprise, and lots of people were staring but I didn’t care. Him and I needed a little chat. I pushed him into the boys bathroom and locked the door, just like he did to me, and stared at him with my arms crossed.

“What the hell Niall?” He yelled at me, fixing up his clothing and getting his breath back. I just stood there, trying not to explode in fury. “Well?”

“Why are you being so rude to Harry?”

“Cause he hurt you Niall. And before you ask. I’m fine with you being gay, or bi, whatever okay? I’m your best mate and I’m just trying to protect you from being hurt.” He looked me right in the eyes and said, “Harry’s not good for you.” 

At this point I was fed up of Liam speaking for me. I let my anger take over my body and so I pushed him up against the wall. I pinned his arms up above his head, and in any other time, this might have been a very compromising position. But I was so furious that I didn’t give a shit right at this time.

“HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT’S GOOD OR BAD FOR ME!” I spat at him. I lowered my voice to almost a whisper, but still in a menacing tone, “Who the fuck do you think you are. I don’t need your protection. You’re not my fucking mother.” He pushed me off him and looked at me with such intensity that all my anger was forgotten.

“No, I am not your mother. Nor do I want to be. She kicked you out Niall, left you to fend for yourself! I didn’t know the reason why at the time, but now that I do, I want everything for you Niall! I don’t want you to fall for some dirty, useless boy!” I had never seen Liam this angry. His soft chocolate brown eyes were cold, and now a dark brown, almost black.

“I can’t help how I feel Liam. I wish I could change, but there’s something about him that I can’t help but love. Maybe it’s his vulnerability, or knowing that he is alone, and that I want him to know that he isn’t, I don’t know. I just can’t help it okay!” At this point I broke down into sobs, with tears pouring down my face, and I fell to my knees. Suddenly I felt Liam’s arms around me, and I melted into them, forgetting why I was mad at him in the first place. We sat like that for a while until my sobs had turned into hiccups, all the while Liam was whispering sweet nothings in my ears. I let go of him, and looked into his now chocolate, soft, brown eyes once more. He gave me a warm smile, and kept his arms around me.

“I know that you love him Niall, but he doesn’t. We need him to realise how it feels to not have you, cause right now, he thinks he can play with you, like you’re his toy. That’s why I was making him feel jealous.” He unwrapped his arms from around my body, and held my hands. “Niall, if you want to, we could pretend to be going out and make him jealous.”

“Liam, I don’t think…”

“Niall you know how I feel about being interrupted. Just listen okay?” I nodded my head and started to listen to his plans. “I know that you don’t like to hurt people, but this is for his own good. We need to make him jealous enough that he’ll come to you and confess his love for you. Now I’m not sure how long this will take, but I’m sure that it’ll work. So, are you in?”

I sat there for a bit, contemplating his idea. This would hurt Harry more than anything, but if that’s what it took for him to realise that he loves me, and that I love him, than that’s what I’ll have to do.

“I’m in.”



We walked out of the bathroom holding hands (it was his idea), and watched as people stopped to stare at us. For some reason, even though girls were giving me the evil eye, and boys looked at us in disgust, no one said anything. Not even a whisper. I hadn’t realised just how popular Liam was at school, and how he could control people. A girl came running up to us and started gushing out compliments mostly consisting of “You guys are so cute!” and “Niall you’re so hot”. I blushed furiously and Liam just chuckled and pulled me out of the crowd that had gathered around us. We had missed out on second period while we were in the bathroom, not that I really cared. I hated school. We made our way to the cafeteria, and sat down at a table. I was about to protest and go get food, when people started coming over to us with trays of food. I looked at Liam in confusion, and he just smiled at me, and started picking a tray, out of the ones placed in front of us.

“Pick one.” He said to me. I looked at him in shock, and then back at the trays in front of me. I ended up picking three, which he chuckled at, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I blushed as everyone cooed around us. Liam sent them away like he was royalty, and they were his servants. I could get used to this. I looked around the cafeteria for Harry and I spotted him sitting by himself, staring at Liam and I.

“Liam,” He turned towards me. “Make me blush. Flirt with me or something. Harry’s watching.”

He smirked at me and then over at Harry. He grabbed a fork from my plate and then picked up some spaghetti from the tray, and put it against my lips. I opened my mouth, and he put it in, and let me eat it. Once I had chewed and swallowed. He grabbed a strawberry and let me take a bite of it, and then he ate the other. I looked over to Harry and he was fuming, but I could see that he was trying to hide it. He looked at me, so I leaned over to Liam and kissed his cheek. At the last minute, he turned his head so that we kissed, on the lips. I took me a moment to register the fact that I was kissing my best friend, but that soon vanished as he nudged his lips on mine, trying to get me to respond. I got the message and moved my lips against his, in a soft kiss. Things then started to get heated, until we were full on making out. He pulled me onto his lap, and started to grind his hips upwards in need of friction. We completely forgot where we were until someone wolf whistled and cheering exploded throughout the cafeteria.

We pulled apart and I blushed as I realised what we had just done. I pecked Liam’s lips once more and climbed off his lap. I looked around the crowd in search of Harry, and saw him making his way out of the room, with what looked like tears in his eyes. I wanted to go to him, and tell him it was all fake, but I couldn’t. I had to keep up this act with Liam. But for some reason, when I was kissing him, it felt right. No sparks or anything, just… right. I looked back at Liam and he smiled at me, with soft eyes, and what kind of looked like, love? Nah it can’t be. It’s just a game. He wrapped his arms around me and pecked my cheek, while people were still gushing over our make out session.

The rest of the day passed pretty quickly, but I didn’t see Harry again until it was home time. He was sitting by himself underneath a tree, with his head in his hands. He suddenly lifted his head, and stared at me with sadness. I was about to make my way over to him, when someone came up behind me and wrapped their arms around my waist. Instantly I knew that it was Liam by the way Harry’s face contorted into pain. Liam brought his face down to my ear and whispered, “Don’t worry about it. Until he confesses, we have to keep it up. He’ll come to his senses soon.”

I turned around to face him and crashed my lips onto his. To anyone else, it would’ve looked like Liam had said something cute/cheeky and I was rewarding him by snogging his face off. But in reality, I just needed an excuse to tear my gaze away from Harry’s face. It will haunt my dreams forever.

“Come on Niall,” He said once we’d pulled away. “Lets go back to your place.” As I looked back to see Harry, he had disappeared. My heart sank a little, but I followed Liam to his car, and we drove off to my house.

***Mysterious Person’s POV***
What a disgusting display of love. I heard everything that was said to Liam in that bathroom. Niall is one love sick puppy, and the fact that Liam was going to help him? Ugh. Well Niall, you’re going to find out soon enough that happy ending don’t always come true. And when they were snogging outside this afternoon? Disgusting. Harry looked so broken, so… vulnerable. Now is my chance... 

~~~~~~AUTHOR'S NOTE!~~~~~~~~~

Heyy!! So this is the new chapter! What ya think? But intense hey! aha did anyone see that coming? I hope not... And who do you think this "Mysterious Person" is? AHA sooo comment if you want to see a photo of me?? ;) Hope you liked it!

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