Undressed Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 2: The Meeting

Jessica Stroup as Annabelle McCormick

Avan Jogia as Rocco James

Author's note:

I decided to ask my best friend Kenzey (@larrybygucci) to be my cowriter in this fanfic so from now on she's the brains and I'm just the fingers :P something like that haha :P

Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.

"So empty, can't feel no more as I'm left with my tears on the floor. Wait for my heart to mend, but you keep tearing a hole. Inside I'm so lost, in the middle of my heart. It's a battlefield of love. I've been fighting far too long. And now I'm shattered from you chipping my heart, kept taking it till it broke. Oh, how it hurts. Felt it slip from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered."

Annabelle's hand guided the tube of lipstick over her dry lips, staring at her reflection in the side-view mirror, yet again. Making sure that her appearance was perfect. Rocco's voice echoed through the large van they were travelling in, but all she could focus on was the rate at which her heart was beating and the disgusting taste that was lingering in her mouth. How could she have ever let him talk her into doing this again? Why couldn't she just man up and let people know what her mother had done to her father. She felt helpless, she felt like a coward.

"Ana, did you hear what I said?" Rocco questioned, derailing her train of thought, the same train of the thought that allowed her no sleep at night, that kept her up and alert. Her conscious was her worst enemy, it was responsible for the lack of sleep and ever so obvious bags that now clung underneath her mesmerizing blue eyes as well as the pure and utter disgust she felt towards herself.

"What? No, sorry I was uh... busy thinking." She whispered, her eyes tracking the shops that were quickly passing by. Everything seemed a blur, like her life had become, everything spiralling out of control.

"We're almost there, I hope you're ready. Remember we don't get second chances and if you fuck this up I will make sure that your life will be a living hell." He spoke menacingly, his tone antagonizing, almost like he was trying to instigate a fight, trying to drag a specific reaction out of her just so that he could let out his violent ways. She nodded, unsure as to why he picked her, picked her to do this type of job. There were far prettier girls that he could have chosen from, yet he picked her. She once again felt the pang of disgust rush over her, not knowing when she had so suddenly just become a prize, a mere possession to be offered up to the highest bidder in the blink of an eye.

Nervousness crept up Annabelle's spine as the big black SUV suddenly came to a stop outside of a big glass and metal building, the building itself was intimidating. She quickly took a glance at the dress she was wearing, pulling down the hem of it self-consciously as if to make the dress seem longer than it really was.

"Let's go." Rocco harshly whispered, his features creasing into those of his professional look. That same look he would show to people to make them think that he was more than just a mere hustler, a pimp that sold his girls at ridiculous prices. Annabelle took a deep and calming breath to settle the butterflies that were roaming in her stomach before stepping out of the car and slowly making her way to the glass double door where she would, now, relinquish her freedom for God knows how long just to please other people.

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Niall drummed his fingers against his sleek phone nervously; he found it implausible how management could just force him into this situation. His hand combed through his hair while he let out a shaky breath. None of the other lads had to go through this; none of the other lads had to have a girl forced upon them and had to pretend that they are in love just to prove a point to the fans.