The Porn Star. h.s.

two.

// NEEDLES POV//

 I ran into the building, almost soaked from the freezing rain. What a way to start the first day. Cold and wet isn't what I was looking for in post-pornstar life. 

 I checked over my class scheduel again heading to English. That should boost me, after this shit. I could feel some water in my rain boots, I sat at the nearest bench noticing I still had almost 20 minutes till class. Dumping some of the water from my boots into the drinking foutain near by, checking the classroom numbers I decided it was okay to head to class.

 The early bird gets the worm, right?

 walking in I wasn't greeted by anyone, not much of anything either. This wasn't what I imagined an English class to look like at all. No large book shelves full of books. No rows and rows of lined paper. Not even a pencil sharpener in eye shot.

"Excuse me, are you here for English?" Her tag read 'Mrs.Pike'. She looked almost 40. 

"If thats what this is yes," I could see he light up, her eyes and all. Class not so popular?

"Fantastic, Nobody really likes me, they say I'm to 'distracting' to the eyes," she throws up some quotation marks with her fingers, "Only Harold ever shows up, Ooh lookie! Here he is! Harold!" 

She imediately waved her had to him motioning him over. I could see his slim, buff features coming into my site. He smiled gently at her, she then frowned soon after. 

"What's wrong dear Harold?"

He shrugged but hesitanly leaned on his right leg and spoke, "I think I'm in love." She bounced excitedly and clapped.

"That's absolutely great! Why are you upset over it?" She reached over and touche his shoulder, they both seemed unaware that I am still there.

"Well she happens to work in a special buisness. You know, the, uh," he glances at me finally. Then scrunches his eybrows and procideds, "The kind that people watch, to uh, make them feel good. And well, she was a uh, wow this is reall embarassing." He rubs his hands together then runs them through his hair.

"Marly????? The cam star that quit? You're favoute? Jesus, Harry why not call the management and ask for her number, you are Harry Styles. They'll probably give it to you."

Choking on my own air both humans in the room turned towards me. I could feel Harrys' intense stare and noticed his eyes widen.

"Are you alright dear? Is this conversation uncomfortable i'm very so- wait. Holy shit no way. Dublin school. You're Marly?" She launched at me pulling my hair back, checking my eyes, everything.

"Um, I well, look, I just want to get away from that, honeslty I didn't know it was so noticeable, I mean, well, I'm Needle. I'll never be her again, I want to actually do something fun, not just be someone elses fun. Please don't leak me, I'll pay you anything. I need to do this for my own good, I'm done being alone and only liked for my body. Please." They both stared at me, Harry flusetered, her once again wide eyed.

"Honey you are safe with us, very safe right Harry?" She nodded her head towards the wordless boy.

He finally spoke, "wait you lied, you, fuck. You have me wrapped around your fingure tip and I was so happy you were doing things but you lied. You fucking lied. What the hell how does this shit even happen, why are we meeting at this moment why couldn't you have stayed away, I can't do this, fuck." He quickly stumbled out of the room leaving me dumbfounded. 

 Did I really hurt the viewers like that? Was he really in love with me? I feel so guilty, quickly I dropped my stuff and sprinted out the door searching for the tall arogante boy. How could he let a cam star effect him in such ways?

 Turning the corner I slowed my speed, thinking there was not use to run anymore I knew none of this school.

 After walking for a few more minutes I decided to turn back and try and find my way to class when i was ebrubtly pulled into what seemed to be a small conference room.

 "Needle, is that your real name?" His dark green eyes stared into mine, searching for nothing inperticular. He had me against the door sort of, his hands locked with mine.

 Looking back at him I nodded not sure of what would explode from this boy next.

"I uh, sorry about that. I should have known this would happen, I could see how uncomfortable you were getting in your last couple of cams, I just. Wow, I, have this, hard desired need for you. I'm sorry, I should let you go." 

He tried to pull back but, I kept our fingures interlocked. Darting my hea to the ground, I pulled him closer. I felt a strong safeness towards him. Like a cozy home.

"Let's start over," I whispered spinning him around walking out of the room. I turned and leaned against the door, giving him and myself some time to think about what could happen. I could run away. Or kill him. He could kill me. Maybe it will be like Romeo and Juliet. He'll be in there sleeping, I'll see it as his death, proceed to kill my own self. Him wake up to see me dead. Then again kill him self. Why the hell would someone want to have their own 'Romeo' or 'Juliet'? 

Standing straight. Pulling my fingers to a fist and gently knocking on the cheap wood door. Slightly and slowly I pushed the door open to see him there staring at me, smiling ever so slightly, eyebrows knitted still. Then closed the door behind me, sending him a small smile and clearing my throat ever so slightly stepping towards the strange man who loved me.

He smiled again, bigger this time, more adknowleged of what was happening.

I stuck out my hand. "Hello,"

1000 Words, 02.14.2016 @ 9:26 PM