Rent Boy...

Where is your Ma,Buddy?

Niall's POV

I couldn't believe How fast time flew by me. It had now been 4 months since I had been at Mr.Styles' residence and never looked back ever since.

Everything was looking up for us. For me and my little bub. He was in a kindergarten now with me keeping a sharp look at our savings so that I could give Fred a healthier environment in our near future.

And Mr.Styles.

Oh Mr.Styles.

He has been a great help so far. He has also been the closest to a father Fred could ever get and also alot gentler with me in comparison to How he was with me during our first encounters.

The strange thing that often naggs the back of my head is the soft edge to Mr.Styles' deep,authoritative voice when he is talking to me. Or the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at me after getting back from His enterprise late.

Sure it does end with me pleasing him and us ending up wrapped in his sheets but never once has he been rough with me. As weird as it sounds I do love the way he is with me. Cause I certainly didn't care how men treated me before. Barely anything had an affect on me unless it wasn't directed to my baby. But since the past few days I've noticed myself trying not to get on Mr.Styles' nerves. I've been constantly constricting myself from overstepping my boundaries not because he asked me to.

Maybe because I'm falli- Oh no Niall

"Not again." I thought to myself shaking my head.

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"GET THE FUCK DOWN,YOU BITCH!." I woke up abruptly as the scream invaded my ears making me flinch.

I looked over at Fred Sleeping peacefully as I kissed his forehead and tightening my robe before rushing downstairs.

"YOU DIDN'T JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME YOU WHORE. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE WITH ME NOT SELLING YOURSELF OFF HERE TO THIS STYLES MOTHERFUCKER."

I flinched at the harshness in Zayn's voice,widening my eyes as all of Mr.Styles' guards pulled their guns towards him making me lunge forward.

"No,No.Put it down please. He is no harm." I said panicking as My voice shook. "He's known to me. William please." I begged looking at William pleadingly.

They pulled back leaving us alone as I was pulled back harshly.

"Who is that fucker to own you? I told you,you were meant to live with me at my residence not at his. " Zayn ranted shaking my body violently as I stared at him blankly.

"Who is he,huh? What is the difference between him and any of your other fucks." He asked scoofing as I blinked twice ready to speak as a loud boom interrupted us.

"And Who Are You?!" I heard Mr.Styles snap as he descended the stairs glaring at the way Zayn held me close to himself.

"Your Rent Boy's Favourite Fuck,Styles." He smirked pulling me closer as he played with my robe ties as he pulled at one of them making me gasp.

"Get your bloody hands off of him." Mr.Styles asserted as I struggled against him trying to push his hands of me as he just held me tighter.

"What if I were to say, No Mr.Styles." Zayn said clicking his tongue as he untied my robe letting go off me.

I wiped at the stray tears on my cheeks after I had tied the ties. Feeling my throat tighten at the humiliation I felt.

I watched in horror as Mr.Styles pulled out his gun and Zayn smiled at me.

"No! Please No. Mr.Styles. He won't do any such thing again." I pleaded as he glared at me loading his revolver.

"Let him try me princess." Zayn said walking over to Harry as I pushed him away.

"Mr.Styles he's like that,He just- I-" "Why The Fuck are you defending him Niall!?" He screamed at me as I flinched.

"Don't fucking raise your voice at him!" Zayn snapped pulling Mr.Styles by his collar as All of his men surrounded Zayn yet again.

"You don't tell me what to do." Mr.Styles seethed as he raised his fist at Zayn.

"No please." I pleadingly looked at Mr.Styles as he let go of Zayn fixing his shirt and asking all of his men to be gone as zayn smiled at me with a crazy look in his eyes.

"I always knew you loved me." Zayn said as Mr.Styles froze looking at me then at Zayn.

"But you never let me be with you. I loved you so much since the start you know. Even loved little Fred." He slurred assuring me that he was high as fuck.

"You know I missed you so much. You little body and the way you screamed my name." He said as Mr.Styles glared at me shaking with anger.

"Asher!." He snapped as he grabbed Zayn at the nape of his neck throwing him towards his men.

"I don't want this fuck anywhere near my residence.Ever Again." He said turning back to face me as he pulled at my wrist.

"And you come with me." He told me taking me to his room.

"Mr.Styles let me exp-"

"No!. I don't need to hear shit you say! How could you!? How fucking could you let Fred or yourself be under the influence of such fuck up for so damn long? I didn't know you could stoop this fucking low for a couple bucks!" He said shaking me violently as I glared at him.

"You don't know what situations I faced! You don't know how helpless I had been all this time and you have no fucking right to tell me what to do! Fred is my nephew and I know what is the best for him, yes I sure haven't given him the best life but that is none of your concern-"

"Why were you defending him Niall!? Why were you fucking defending him!?" He cut me off screaming loudly as my eyes filled with tears.

"Because he has helped me at times when no one would! He has always been there! And Mr.Styles I can be anything but ungrateful to people who have been oh so kind to me!" I snapped as he got ready to speak something but a small voice stopped him.

"Nina? Why you cry?" I looked towards the door to find Fred standing there with his teddy bear clutched tightly.

"I am not crying Fred." I said wiping my tears quickly as he walked closer to us rubbing his eyes and signalled Mr.Styles to pick him up.

"Mr.tiles" He mumbled softly hugging him as I looked at them fondly shaking the thoughts in my head away.

"Nina crying because Zaynie the bad man came." He whispered into Mr.Styles' ear as he clenched his jaw.

"What did Zaynie do to Ni?" He asked as I tried to revolt but couldn't as Mr.Styles shushed me.

"Zaynie hit mumma and Fred got sad. Fred fight zaynie and saved ma." Freddie said as I gasped looking at Mr.Styles as he frowned in confusion.

"Zayn hurt your ma?" He asked raising his brows as Freddie nodded.

"Where is your Ma,buddy?" He asked as My eyes widened.

"No!-" "Shut up Niall." He snapped as Fred pointed towards me making a sob escape my mouth.

Everything is over now.

"Mumma don't want Fred to call her ma anymoe. Is Fred bad? He dont want ma to hate him" He asked Mr.Styles as I rushed out of his room wiping at my tears.

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This is gotta be a fine fuck up lmao.
Hope y'all like it tho.
Sorry for the late af updates.
Love ya,Bye!