Scandalous // Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 1

*Mackenzie's P.O.V*

As I woke up and looked around I realized the unfamiliar surroundings, I then looked down to my bare waist which was under the covers of an unfamiliar bed. An old, wrinkly, clammy arm was securely wrapped around my bare waist.

This routine became normal for me .Wake up in a stranger's bed , collect my money, put on my clothes and walk out the door, ready to face the day.

I'm currently in college but as you might be able to tell at night I become a prostitute. It's not like I wanted this to happen to me , I've always been the smart , organized and kept myself to myself sort of girl but that all changed when I got into college and realized I had no way of paying my tuition fees.

My parents, well my mum, died in a car crash from my dad's drunk driving, fortunately I didn't lose both of my parents but it feels like it. My dad then went to rehab for his drinking problems so that left me well you could say parent-less, I haven't even seen my dad since, I don't even know if he's out of rehab .

I free myself from the creepy old man's tight grip and run into the bathroom. I look in the mirror and cringe at the dark circles forming under my eyes from lack of sleep. I can't remember the last time i've had a proper nights sleep. I notice multiple purple marks on my neck and tears surface my hazel eyes, i blink rapidly, causing many tears to roll down my red cheeks. I hear footsteps and quickly wipe my eyes, sniffling, i lock the bathroom door.

"Mackenzie?!"

I hear a deep voice yell. My gaze is shifted to the corner of the bathroom where my brown satchel lays, my jumper and jeans falling out of it, slightly. I wander over to it and pull the jumper over my head and slide the jeans over my tired legs. I zip up the bag and pull it over my shoulder, unlocking the door to see an ugly looking man staring at me with a smirk on his face.

"Thanks for last night." He winks.

Ew.

I smile weakly and take the $200 dollars from his veiny hand.

"Thanks." I nod and run down the stairs, opening the unlocked front door and rushing to my car, wanting to get out of this place as quickly as i can.

I quickly got into my car and buckled myself in, not even bothering looking for oncoming cars driving towards me. I swiftly pulled out of my parking spot and made my journey back to my dorm. My roommate is never in anyways, so we don't really speak.

Finally I got to campus and made my way to my dorm. College students were scattered around, some listening to music with their headphones, whilst others sat there and chatted with their friends. Sometimes, wait no, all the time I wish my life could be that ,simple no worries, care free just living a normal 18 year old life. But I guess it's not that easy.

After fiddling around in my pockets and finding my key, I slowly inserted it into the keyhole and slightly nudged the pure oak door open. The room was just how I had left it; my roommate was nowhere to be found, which was normal. I felt so disgusting and flashbacks of the stranger's hand travelling up and down my body, whilst I lay there just doing my job and giving him pleasure, made me feel sick.

I decide to have a shower, to wash away the imprints of his hands on my body. I get undressed and grab a towel, walking into the en suite and turning on the hot shower. The glass around the shower begins to steam up and i step in , closing the door behind me. The water immediately un-tenses my muscles and i feel myself relaxing under it. Millions of thoughts are swimming in my head:

There must be something else i can do to make money, musn't there? Not selling my body for sex.

I'm an 18 year old prostitute.

Those words form a lump in my throat but i swallow it down and pick up the shampoo bottle and gently massage it into my scalp.

I wonder where my father is right now?

If my mother is looking down on me right now, would she be ashamed?

Of course she would be, her daughter has turned out to be a complete "slut", and she can't do anything about it.

After I finished washing myself, I step out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my weak body. I walk into the dorm room to find Kate, my roommate, sitting on her bed with her phone in her hand.

"Oh, er, sorry, I didn't realise you were going to be here, otherwise I would've worn more clothes.."

Kate looks up with no emotion on her face what-so-ever and gives me a strange look.

"I do live here you know?"

"Uh, yeah.. I know. It's just you're always, y-you're always at Asher's house and I thought you would be there, that's all. No need to get all snappy."

I immediately regret what I just said to Kate when she puts her phone in her pocket, grabbing her keys and walking towards the door.

"You're right. But you know what? I'm not always at Asher's for spending-time-with-Asher sake, I'm usually there to get away from you."

She replies and slams the door. I can hear her heels for about 30 seconds after she had left, after the sound died down I walked over to my closet, pulling out an oversized sweater and a pair of jeans.

As I have no bookings today, i figured that I could catch up on some school work. I open up the draw next to my bed and pull out my books. Kate and I's dorm roomi isn't that big, but it's not incredibly small either, I don't usually go near her things and she doesn't go near mine, so I guess that's good too. Sometimes though, I just wish that I had a roommate that I get along with and that actually likes me. However, not many people like me, so I guess that would be pretty hard to find.