Prologue

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Title: Stripper

Parings: Harry/Louis

Word count: 1025

Summary: Harry Styles works for a society called ATS3 (anti-trafficking-stripping-sellingyourbody-society) when he meets a peson who will change both of their lives. He sees this person and gets a desire to protect this drug addicted and sexually abused human. However, Harry has a secret that only the most trusted people in his life know about. Will he keep it like that or will he open up his heart for this person and show it a side of him no one else have seen?

Author's note: Hi love. It's quite late now and that is because I'm not sure about what this story should be called. At the moment it's called "Stripper", but you shouldn't look away from that possibility that I might change the name and picture/cover. I'm working on the first chapter at the moment, and I won't promise anything about when it will come up. That's all for this time, love xx MMA.

“I’ll see you all again on Saturday night at Naughty Boy, have a good night.” A brown hair male said before he started to pack his things. I stood up and walked towards him. “Hey Liam, a word before you leave.” Liam, my boss, looked up. “Yeah, sure mate. Everything alright?” I nodded and continued. “So, when should I be there?” Liam look a bit confused before he answered. “Eight O’clock as we planned. Are you sure that you are alright?” I smiled and nodded. “Sorry, yeah I am. I just…” I stopped and sighed. Liam laid a hand on my shoulder and said with a caring voice. “Don’t worry Harry, I’m not going to get us up in some big trouble. Remember we are costumers right?” “I guess we are then.” I replayed, giving him a knog and picked up my bag. “Saturday it is.” I said cheerful before I left the building.

The ground was wet. It must have rained while we were at the meeting. The smell was still in the air as well. The smell of the rain that comes after every cloud that leaves after leaving its rain behind it. I breathed in the air until my lungs where filled and let it out again.

As I drove along the road I watch all the lights that surrounded me. I watched the traffic lights turn from red to yellow to green and I pressed down the speed. It all floated together. I was clearly in a daze today and shook my head trying to clear my mind. When it didn’t work my eyes searched for the clock on the dashboard, it showed 11:32 pm. To tired I guessed and parked the car by the apartment.

The door clicked as it closed behind me and I turned the lock. I kicked off my shoes and took off my jacked, putting them both inside the closet in the hallway. To be honest I really liked my new apartment, it was modern, nice and handy. There were big white tiles on the floor, a big, dark brown wooden closet to the left from the matching front door. The closet filled the whole wall and went all the way to the white roof, and the three other walls were white. On the opposite wall from the closet there was a white door leading to a bathroom and beside that there hang a big mirror over a white dresser with white candles on and a green, tall plant of some sort.

If you walked into the next room it was an open living room. You would come out in a sort of platform where there were two steps down to a squared open place. It was in one off the corners of the living room so on that wall both the living room and the kitchen sheared, if you walked to the left at once you came into the living room instead of down the steers, on that wall there where some tall windows from the floor to the roof. On the other wall of that the square hung a TV screen and there where a white furry like carpet on the floor almost as big as the square itself. There were also a black leather couch and a white coffee table between the couch and the TV. There were also two matching, black leather chairs.

As I also mentioned you could got to the left at once, and if you did that you would come to the kitchen. However there isn’t any wall separating the “two” rooms, but a variety of kitchen worktops coming out from the wall after going around a little corner. It all matches quite well, you see the same colour that it was on the closet in the hallway is there on the living room floor, the kitchen benches and well I will come to that after this part of the room. The tops of the benches are of black, glittery stone. Those are pretty. There isn’t much more important to tell about the kitchen, except that there is a kettle.

If you rather want to walk to the right you will here as well go around a little corner and come to quite a big part of the living room. On the wall to your right there is a white door, matching the walls, which would lead to necessary rooms as the washing room, a big walk in closet room and other necessary rooms.

Almost in the middle of the open place there is steers leading up to second floor, but it doesn’t “lean” up to any wall. I have no idea what I shall compare it to. So the steers are the last thing in first floor that matches the dark brown wooden floor. So the apartment is pretty much dark wooden brown and white. In first floor there are also some more windows, green plants of some sort and paintings.

Second floor isn’t either its own room, but for safety there is walls as “railings”. White of cause and dark brown wooden floor. This “room” is the bedroom, and there is a double bed against one of the walls. There are also some nightstands on each side of the bed and more plants and other things. On the wall that your back is facing when you come up the steers there is another white door leading to a bathroom and some other rooms. So this bedroom sort of hangs out of the wall in the living room making a second floor and a lower roof of that first floor place with the steers. Because the roof in first floor is very high, it all does work out pretty well. It is really creative and I like it.

I could of cause be more detailed, however you must be tired of listening to me talking about my apartment now. At least am I.

When I lay down in my bed sleep almost brought me away the second my head softly hit the pillows, and I dreamed about a faraway land with justice and freedom for every single person.

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