I Am Prostitute (Narry Stripper AU)

Chapter 14: That Should Be Me

~~~AUTHOR'S NOTE~~~

I've decided to opt for something a little different for this chapter! Tell me what you think! Also, i think that this story is nearing it's end, so maybe only a couple more chapters... Do you think it needs a sequel? Or would that be pushing it a little aha!! ALSO THANK YOU FOR 20,000 READS!! HOLY CRAP!! ASDFGHJKL THANK YOU THANK YOU!! Enjoy ;)

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***Liam’s POV*** :O I know right. (Starts from when they arrive at school.)
I park the car, and walk around to open the door for Niall, but he is already out. There was an unusual amount of people piling into school, but I shrugged it off and grabbed Niall’s hands. I noticed that some people were staring at us, but that was nothing new. Niall let got of my hand, and started to check his clothes. He moved closer to me, almost as if he was afraid of something. I looked at him confused as to what he was doing. I shrugged it off as he seemed to be okay, occasionally looking around at the crowd. We walked to the lockers, and I grabbed Niall’s stuff for him. Yes I do that, aren’t I just the greatest boyfriend? I don’t think Niall noticed, but I saw him fidgeting and looking around anxiously. What the hell is with him? I planned to ask him now, but he pecked me on the lips and walked off. Okay there is something definitely wrong with him. I’ll have to ask in maths cause the bell has rung for 1st period.

The first class went painfully slow, I couldn’t stop watching the clock. As soon as the bell rang, I basically sprinted my way to maths, in hope that I would catch Niall before class started. No such luck. The bell rang for the lesson to begin, and there was still no sign of Niall. I sighed in relief as he walked through the door, moments before the teacher. I straightened up expectantly waiting for him to come sit next to me. My body froze when he completely ignored me and sat down at the front of the room. The classroom filled with gasps, including my own, and I felt tears spring to my eyes, but I blinked them away. Something really must be bugging him if he’s ignoring me. Maybe he just didn’t notice I was already in here? I doubt it. I stared at the back of his head, willing for him to turn around so he would come over and talk to me, but he never did. I watched as he jumped a foot in the air when someone knocked on the door. Our teacher opened it, and the last person I ever wanted to see again stepped through the entry way.

“Ah, Harry. Welcome back.” I saw Niall’s head snap up to where they were standing. “Feeling better?” Harry nodded and looked at Niall. I couldn’t see what his expression was, but from the look that Harry gave him, it wasn’t good. At least, not for me. Harry strutted his way over to the desk beside Niall, and bent down to his ear. I was to far away to hear what he was saying, but I saw Niall’s body tense, and he meekly nodded. Harry then turned to face me, winked at me, smirked and sat down fully in his chair. I tensed, feeling my blood boil with anger. I clenched my fists, trying to control myself from getting up and punching Harry’s face in. I could still see Niall being anxious and his leg was shaking. About halfway through the lesson, Harry had the nerve to lean over and place hand on Niall’s knee, ceasing its movement. That should be me. All lesson I sat there, watching, waiting for it to end. As soon as the bell rang Niall and Harry ran out of the classroom. I slowly followed them, letting them have their moment alone together.  They stood at Niall’s locker, to close for my liking. Niall laughed at something Harry said, and that’s when I made my move. I walked right up to Harry, our foreheads almost touching.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I sneered. Harry’s eyes widened, then he smirked at me.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Liam.” That was the last straw. I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him up against the lockers. I could hear everyone stop and watch the seen but I didn’t care. Niall tried to get me to let go of Harry, but I pushed him away.

“Cut the bullshit Harry. You know exactly what I’m talking about. He’s my boyfriend, and you stay away from him, you got that?” I sneered at him, and he sniggered.

“Relax Liam. I’m not going to touch your precious boyfriend. Not against his will anyway.” He turned towards Niall and winked at him. That sentence threw me over the edge. Fury blinded my judgement and I punched him straight in the stomach. I watched as he crumpled to the floor in pain. I smiled evilly. What he didn’t know is that I had taken martial arts since I was a kid, so now I am a black belt, competing in fights all over the country.

“That was for touching him in maths.” I then kicked him in the ribs, and watched as he cried out in pain. “And that was for fun.” I climbed on top of Harry, and started to punch his face. “And this is for being alive you stupid prick.” Niall ran up to me and tried to pull me off Harry again, and started to beg me.

“Please Liam, stop.” He cried. “Please!” I stopped punching the shit out of Harry and turned to face Niall, still holding Harry to the ground.

“Fuck off Niall! Go cry to Mummy and Daddy about your problems.” What have I done? I have said the thing I promised I would never, ever bring up. His parents.

“You know what Liam? We’re through.” I watched as he came up to me and punched me square in the jaw. I deserved that one. He then faced towards the onlooking crowd. “This relationship was fake anyways. It was only to make Harry jealous. And no Liam wasn’t my first time either.” A gasp chorused throughout the crowd. Is that what all of this was about? Sex? “I wouldn’t want to have sex with him anyways. He was to scared to. Pathetic and frigate. No one likes you Liam, and they never will.” I cannot believe he just said that. I slowly let go of Harry, took a step towards him, and broke down. I was literally crying on the floor, and there was no sound in the hallways, apart from me sobbing. How could he say that? He was the one that stopped me! Why was he doing this to me. He said he loved me, obviously I was wrong. Maybe he’s right, no one loves me, and they never will. All my friends, they’re fake. I could never trust any of them with anything. I only ever had one person, Niall. And now he is gone, because of my stupid plan to make Harry jealous. In the end, I was the one who got hurt. Why can’t I just be happy for once?

The crowd started to thin out, and I was by myself, left to wallow in my sadness. I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. I got up and started to bang my head on the lockers. Why was I so stupid! Niall was never going to fall for me. I was so caught up in my own pleasure that I never stopped to think about his. All he wants is Harry. That’s all he’s ever wanted. While I was banging my head repeatedly, I didn’t notice a certain, grey eyed, wind-swept, brown-haired, stripe wearing boy walking towards me.

“Hey, mate. You alright there?” Why do people always ask stupid questions? Obviously I’m not alright if I’m willingly losing brain cells. I stopped and turned towards him. His eyes widened as he took in my state. “Oh dear, looks like we’re gonna have to clean you up! Come on!” He took my hand, and we started to run down the hallways towards the boys bathroom. Yet, we didn’t go in. Instead, he took me into the girls bathrooms. I stopped and tugged his hand making him stop as well. I raised my eyebrows at him and he merely laughed. “The girls bathrooms are cleaner, and besides. There’s no one else here.” I looked at him like he was crazy, which he probably is. Who cares, he’s hot. Just sayin.

He sat me down on one of the toilet lids, and went over to the sinks, grabbing some paper towels and wetting them. He leaned in close, and dabbed at the cut on my lip gently, apologising when I flinched. I could help but look at him in the eyes. Grey/blue with a hint of white around the middle, his eyelashes that gently caress his face every time he blinks. I could help but look at his lips, with him biting them in concentration. Ugh, why does he have to be so god damn sexy? I know what you’re thinking, how can you love him when you loved Niall? Well, I have always loved Niall, more like a brother at stages, but I needed him more when Louis got a girlfriend. Shit, he’s not even gay. I don’t stand a chance. I sighed heavily making Louis stop and look up at me.

“What’s wrong Li?”

“Nothing.” I replied bluntly, not wanting to talk to him with these feeling coming to the surface. He grabbed my hands and held them, slowly stroking his thumbs across the back of them.

“Li, look at me. I know you think that I’ve never noticed you before, and that I know nothing about you. Well you’re wrong. I know everything about you. This is going to sound creepy but… I watch you from afar. The way your eyes crinkle when you smile, and how you scrunch your nose when you don’t like something. Your eyes sparkle when you are happy, and fade to a dull brown when you’re sad. You hate it when people touch your new hair cut, which I think is sexy by the way. But you love it when people hug you from behind. I also know that you have a strange fear of spoons, and you know all the lines to all three Toy Story’s. Also, I know that you have an amazing singing voice, but you are afraid of how people will react, so you don’t like to sing in public. I also know that this fight with Niall is eating you up inside. You didn’t want it to end this way, and you think it’s all your fault. You listen here Liam James Payne. It is not your fault, in any shape or form. Niall knew exactly what was going to happen with this “relationship” when he first agreed to it, and yes I do know all about your plan to get Harry jealous. And let me tell you, it worked. I really like you Li, and everything that comes with you.”

I sat there, with tears threatening to fall. I let go of his hands, held his face, and smashed my lips together with his. It was hot and passionate, and a little bit cheeky, exactly like Louis. His lips moulded perfectly with mine, just like we were made to be together. I rested my forehead against his, and stared into his eyes, making him smile and blush.

“I really like you to Lou.” I pecked his lips again, keeping it short but sweet. “One question though, what about Elle?”

***Zayn’s POV***
Perfect. Everything is going according to plan. Now I’ve got Niall, it’s only a matter of time before Louis brings Liam. Once Harry realises what I’ve got planned, it’ll be too late. Say goodbyee…