I Am Prostitute (Narry Stripper AU)

Chapter 15: Everything Will Be Okay

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

FINALLY ANOTHER CHAPTER! I am so so so so so so sorry for not updating sooner! I have been having such terrible writers block on all of my stories!!! I hope this one is a little better. I know it's short but it's where i wanted to end it... Tell me what you think is going to happen... Or what you want to happen! It would help me HEAPS.

I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THANK YOU <3

E. :)x

***Harry’s POV***
I stumbled out of school towards my car, just after the fight with Liam. What the hell is wrong with him? It’s just like that time in middle school, where him and his ‘buddies’ beat me at any chance they got. I mean I know I practically made Niall dump him for me… but that wasn’t my fault! Right? Of course it’s my fault. It’s always my fault. I screw up basically everything. No wonder my parents didn’t want me. And now the club probably doesn’t even want me. The only place I have left is Zayn’s. Even he doesn’t want me, he wants Liam. Or Niall. Hell he can have anyone he wants! I mean, look at him! I should probably get back to his place. Actually, you know what? Screw him. I’m going back to the club. For once, I just feel like having some dirty, probably illegal, sex. I sped away from the school, the tires screeching and smoking coming from the exhaust.

I pulled up to the club, and people were staring. Given that it was still daylight, I had nowhere to hide. I hung my head, and walked into the club in shame. There were a few people around, mainly drunks trying to forget their sorry lives. I almost passed the counter when my boss, Simon, stopped me. I looked up and him and he gave me a disapproving look. Then he did something I never saw coming, he hugged me. Not just a one armed hug, but a bone-crushing dad hug. All I did was stand there in shock, not that I could do anything else, with me being crushed and all.

“Err Simon? Can’t.. Breathe.” I managed to gasp out.

“Oh yeah. Sorry. Come here, let me get you a drink. On the house of course.” He smiled at me, and we made our way over towards the bar. Not much had changed since I’d left. The pole was still in the middle of the stage, tables and chairs surrounding it, and a curtain in front of a door that led to the back rooms. No need to explain what goes on in there. Simon placed a drink in front of me and stared straight into my eyes. I sighed and fiddled with the glass. “Tell me. Why’d you leave. And worse, why’d you come back to this hellhole?” What do I tell him? That I got kidnapped by some weirdo, that I’m in love with someone that I met here, and that I have to go back? Hell no.

“I’ve just been… err caught up with things..”

“Such as?”

“Umm, just.. You know. Here and there.” He watched me expectantly, and I knew that I was going nowhere till I told him the truth. “Fine. There’s this guy I like at school and he got a boyfriend so I’ve been at home sulking and then I got into a fight with the guy, that’s why I look like shit. Then I got sick and couldn’t leave the house cause it was too cold and I don’t really have that many clothes. Then I went to stay at a friends place and he let me borrow some of his clothes and yeah. That’s about it.” Well it was close to the truth. I just hope he bought it.

“Riiiigght. I don’t believe you, but I’ll let it slide. Please don’t tell me you’re coming back?”
“What?”

“I was so happy when you didn’t show up. Not that I don’t like you, cause I do, a lot Harry. You’re like a son to me. That’s why when you left, I thought you had finally gotten out of this mess, found a girl”

“Boy.”

“Yes sorry. Boy, settled down, found a good job, and made a life for yourself. I don’t wanna see you stuck here for the rest of your life. It’s no good for you. You’re a smart lad, and I don’t want to see your talents go to waste. You get out of here as soon as possible you hear me?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Now go home. You can start you shift tomorrow night okay?”

“Yes, thank you. I’ll go.” I shook his hand and walked out of the club. I should probably get back to Zayn. Who knows, he might throw a hissy fit and pull out his hair. Then he’d die. I chuckled to myself, earning a few worried glances as I hopped into my car. Stupid bitches don’t know what’s good for them. I check the time as I pulled into Zayn’s driveway. Shit it’s 9 pm. I’m so screwed. Opening the front door, I was met by eight pairs of eyes. WAIT! Eight?! I stopped in my tracks and stared at all of them. Niall and Liam were tied up and against the wall, Louis was trying to comfort Liam, while Niall was shaking and avoiding eye contact with everyone. I ran over to him and held his hand, trying to get him to calm down. Zayn chuckled and I glared at him. Bastard, this is exactly how he wanted things to go.

“Now that you’re all in one room, let the games begin.” He said mischievously. Niall squirmed in my grip and opened his mouth to say something.

“Hold the fuck up. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!” He screamed.

“Oh yeah. I forgot to properly introduce myself. I’m Zayn. Any questions?”

“Yes. What do you want with us? And can you show me where the bathroom is? Cause I really gotta pee.” Liam said politely, even in times like this.

“I just wanna have some fun Lili.” He said cutely. Didn’t even know he knew what cute was. “Lou, show him where it is. And if you even try to escape, I will hunt you down.” I’m pretty sure that he would. Liam and Louis left, which meant that there was just Niall Zayn and me, just sitting awkwardly in the room. Niall leaned into me, putting his head on my chest. Zayn just sat there smirking like the jerk he is.

“What does he want with us Haz?” Niall whispered. I wrapped my arms around his small frame and glared at Zayn.
“I don’t know Ni, I don’t know.” He whimpered, so I pulled him closer, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I won’t let him hurt you, I promise.” Something seemed to be missing from this scene. Something important. And then it clicked. Cara. “Oi, where the fuck is Cara?” I got and walked over to Zayn, only stopping when he lifted his head and gave me a murderous  glare.

“That is none of your concern Curly. She is in my house, my rules. Now sit the fuck down, before I rape your ass and make blondie watch.” Niall whimpered at that, so I backed down, and took my place holding him. Zayn was pacing the room by the time Liam and Louis got back, and I wad afraid of what he was planning for us all. “Fucking finally. I hope you didn’t fuck him too hard, cause there better be some left for me.” Everyone except me and Louis gasped at his words. We were used to it. Niall squeezed my hand tighter, and moved even closer to me, if that was possible.

“Harry, I’m scared.”

“I know, I know. Everything’s gonna be okay.” God I hope everything will be okay. If it’s not, it will break his heart, and I can’t have that. Not again. I watched as Zayn started to make his way over towards Niall and me. I held onto my Nialler tighter as he got closer, and he started to reach for him. That’s when I lost it. “DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM. YOU EVIL BASTARD. YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS PRICK. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU CAN’T JUST TAKE PEOPLE AND HOLD THEM HOSTAGE!” He completely ignored my words and wrestled Niall out of my grip. He started to kick and scream, desperately trying to free himself from Zayn’s hold.

“HARRY PLEASE HELP ME!” Tears were running down his face, but there was nothing I could do. The others stood there in shock, watching the scene unfold. I forced myself to move and ran towards Niall. I grabbed his face, kissed him hard, and wiped the tears off his face.

“Be strong for me Nialler. Everything will be okay, I promise. I love you.” I watched as Zayn took him away from me, Niall struggling to keep his grip on my hand. I love you.