Ding. Ding. Ding.
Your alarm wakes you up. You sit up and wipe your face with your hand and stare at the wall blankly. You are tired because you stayed up writing your Harry Styles fanfiction. You knew you had class but inspiration struck and you just had to let the creative justices flow.
But now you're regretting staying up late. You pull the covers away from your body and the cold air makes you shiver.
You change out of your striped pajama pants. They're cute, but you'd never be caught dead in them. Then you take off your one direction T-shirt.
You walk to your closet to pick an outfit, but you don't feel like trying at all so you put on a plain black t-shirt with a red zip up jacket and black skinny jeans. You put on black converse as well and then fix your hair into a high ponytail so it's out of your way.
You don't bother covering your eye bags but you put on a light coat of mascara to make your eyes not as tired looking.
You look at your body mirror for a quick glance of yourself and approve of what you see. So you grab your school bag and head downstairs.
As you walk downstairs you hear distant voices. One a foreign sounding voice, and the other is your mothers husky smokers voice. "How much?"
You stay where you are and eavesdrop on the conversation. "A hundred dollars." Theres a long silence before your mother says: "Deal."
The voice you heard sounds vaguely familiar, so you being curious, you walk down the stairs and hide against the wall to peek over.
Yoy see your mom, but you also see Harry Styles?!
What is Harry Styles doing in your house you think to yourself.
More importantly, what is he buying?
Just then your mother calls you downstairs. You walk away from your walk and over to your mother. "Hello stupid girl, this man is gonna be your caretaker now. Bye."
Your mother dismissed you with a wave and walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge and then she disappeared from your view.
What the hell?
Why would your mom sell you? And for only a $100? Why not more? Why did she bargain? A $100 isn't anything with inflation nowadays.
You turn to Harry Styles whose face is shadowed. He looks angry.
You were about to say something to him before he walked past you without acknowledging you and went in the direction of your mother.
He rounded the corner and disappeared from your line of sight as well. So you adjust your school bag and follow after them.
When you get there you see Harry Styles holding your mothers collar. "What is this?" Your mother asks. Harry Styles drops her then punches her in the stomach. Your mother collapses to the ground with a grunt. Then he starts kicking her. "Never speak to her like that again." He pulls her up against then spits in the face, then throws her back down.
He gives a very disdainful look towards your mother then bends down and says, "Apologize."
You look at your mothers bloody face, "I-I'm sorry." He let's go of her and her head plops down with a thud and you hear her groan.
Harry Styles grabs your hand and pulls you into him. He hugs you and breathes in deeply. Then he lets go of you and just walks away.
He turns around and says, "Well aren't you going to follow?"
So that's what you do. You follow a few steps behind him and into a pristine black limo that has completely tinted windows.
***
Harry didn't talk to you the whole time in the limo. He just stared out of the window.
You stayed silent and just did some homework.
Eventually the limo came to a stop and Harry grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the limo. He led you to some fancy gates that he opened with one arm and guided you to a really big fancy house.
He was still holding your arm as he guided you through the empty halls.
The hall was made up of hardwood floor that creaked with every step, and had a never ending red carpet with gold embroidery on it.
The walls were bare with no pictures or anything, and the entire house had a sort of chill to it.
Harry Stops, so you stop. Then he opens a door and looks in your eyes, "This is your room."
You stare at his emerald green eyes that shine like magnificent orbs in the pale moonlight. "Thank you," you manage to whisper out before walking into the room.
He shuts the door and you hear the sound of a lock turning.
You sigh then lay on the bed.
Harry Styles just bought you for $100.
But he made your mean mom apologize after calling you stupid, and he is letting you stay in this amazing house.
You sigh then lay on the bed and close your eyes.
Your last thought before drifting into sleep is that you are lucky that you won't have to go to school.
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Harry Styles The Vampire Werewolf Overlord Is My Mate
FanfictionHarry Styles just bought you, but you discover that he has dark secrets. Will you be able to win his heart or will you end up with someone else? Only time can tell...
