One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

He's Your Pimp //Harry//

"Are you ready?" Harry asked coming into your room. You look up at him, nodding as you stood up. Harry glanced at his phone and shut it.
"Alright let's go." He walks out and you follow after him. Harry was your pimp. You met him when you were 17 years old. You ran away from home and he was the only person you had to turn too. He gave you the impression that he was going to help you. That was a lie... instead he turned you into his little whore and handed you out to anyone who was willing to pay a large sum of money for you.
Harry walked out the building to his car. He got in, not bothering to open the door for you. You sighed and opened the door getting in.
"You better keep your mouth shut and not talk to anyone." He warned you. Harry needed you to be his date to a launch party. You roll your eyes, hoping he didn't see you. Harry drove like a maniac on the road. You gripped your seat belt, glancing at him. You wondered what happened in his life that made him treat women and girls the way he did.
"What are you looking at?" He growls at you. You shook your head and look away. Harry pulled up to the house where the party was and handed the car guy a tip. (I forgot what they are called) harry got out the car, smoothing out his suit. You sigh and look around waiting for him. He walks over to you and plasters a fake smile on his face. He pulled you to his side and led you into the function. You looked around in awe. Wow, these people must have been loaded. All you saw were diamonds, fancy statues, and other expensive things.
"Don't touch anything." Harry whispers to you, tightening his grip on your arm as you were about to run your hand on a flower vase. You nod and kept your hands at you side.
"Harry! You made it!" You watch as a raven haired guy walks over to you guys. Harry lets go of you and gives the man a hug. "Who do we have here?" The guy asks, turning his attention to you.
Harry smirks, "This is my girlfriend, y/n." Harry winks as you. You scrunched up your nose in distaste.
"I'm Zayn and this is my home." He smiles opening his arms out as he did a small spin. You smile softly nodding. He grabs your hand and placed a small kiss on it. "Help yourself to whatever you like darling." He smiles then turns to Harry. "Nice seeing you my friend." He gives him another hug and leaves. Once he was gone a scrowl appeared on Harry's face.
"I hate him." He says sourly as he grabbed a champaign glass from a waiter. You shrugged your shoulders. You could careless about who he disliked, liked, or loved. He gulped the drink down and placed the empty glass on a random table.
"Let's go I need to relieve myself." He grabs your hand leading you up steps. Ew.