Scandalous // Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 2

*Mackenzies POV*

The next day i woke up, my body was sore and my eyes were refusing to open. Kate wasn't in the room so obviously, she was at her beloved boyfriend Asher's house. After a while of trying to convince myself to get out of bed, i finally did. I walked over to my closet, trying to find something to wear. I decided on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a cream flowy blouse. After i had got dressed i put my hair in a messy bun and walked over to the mirror. The dark purple bruises were clear on my neck and no matter how hard i tried to make them less noticeable, you could still see that they were there and they were clear as hell.

*9:45*

"Shit" I thought to myself.

"I'm gonna be late for my class."

After touching up my make up, I quickly sped out of the door when i accidentally bumped shoulders with someone. My books fell to the floor and i apologized, not looking up at the person stood before me. Hurriedly, i picked up my books and fast walked down the hall, finding my way to class. Thankfully, i arrived just on time and took a seat right at the back of the room. A blonde haired boy was sat next to me, he kept looking at me.

Oh god. He's seen the numerous hickeys on my neck.

I tried to move a strand of hair so they wouldn't be so obvious but that most probably didn't work.

I remembered i got a text this morning saying that i have a new customer, great, it's probably another old, lonely creep, but i just have to remind myself why i'm doing this; i need an education.

The class seemed to go quicker than expected and i made my way out. I suppose i had better get ready for tonight.

I showered first and then found a short black dress in the back of my closet and slipped that on. My make up wasn't too heavy but it was just enough to not make me look like a slut.

"But that's what i am" I told myself.

My brown wavy hair fell down to my shoulders and i slipped on my black heels. The only thing bothering me now is: what if someone sees me going out like this? I grab my coat that was previously lying on my bed and wrap it as tightly around my body as i could, making sure you couldn't see anything. I walk out the door and lock it behind me. I fast run around campus and into the parking lot and see my car parked and unlock it, i hop inside and drive to the brothel. This place is probably my most visited place since i've lived in California. I've only been living here for about 3 years now, i used to live in Virginia with my parents, but now, obviously, i don't. I pull into my reserved parking spot in the brothel parking lot and get out the car, fast walking, once again, into this large place, full of people in the same situation as me and some that are just eager bitches.

"Mackenzie." My manager nods and hands me a piece of paper with the information about my next customer on. Surprisingly, he's never "used" a prostitute from here before and he's only 19 years old. It's very rare that i get customers that are close to my age and i have to admit, it is so much better knowing that they're just as fit and healthy as you are. It doesn't mention his name anywhere on this paper, which seems strange. Perhaps he's new to this kind of thing and doesn't feel comfortable with sharing his personal information until he has actually met me?

"Thanks Grant, see you soon"

I glance at the piece of paper one more time and type the address into my cell phone. I fold it up and place it in my pocket, walking back over to my car. I place the keys in the ignition and drive wherever this thing takes me.

I pull into the driveway. The house looks surprisingly big. I think i must've pictured him with a small kind of, before-you-start-a-career, sort of house, considering his age but no, this house is huge. I pull the keys out of the ignition and hesitantly open the door. I walk up the, what seems to be never-ending, path and gently knock on the door. I peer into the windows on the door and notice a tall figure waddling towards it. Drunk. It is quickly opened and i gasp, caught off guard.

"H-hi i'm Ma-"

"Hey, you must be Mackenzie. Do come in." He drunkenly smirks and gestures inside his house, his green eyes eyeing my body up and down as i walk inside the house.

"Do make yourself at home babe." He slurs. I wander around aimlessly and slip my shoes off near the door.

"May i ask your name?" i confidently speak up, causing him to jump a little bit.

"Styles."

"Styles? That's your name?" i laugh.

"No, no. My name's Harry. I'm just not used to telling my first name to people i have just met."

I can't help but notice his thick English accent. I've never heard one in real life before and i have to admit, they're sexier in real life than they're in movies.

"Don't you think i'll be needing it for when i'm screaming your name later?" i smirk and playfully wink at him. I have to do a good job at this sort of stuff or i won't get paid.

"That's more like it." He growls and places his beer down that was placed in his large hand before-hand and walks over to me, crashing his warm lips on mine.

"You go get ready, i'll be in the bedroom."

I walk around the large house and find myself a bathroom. I zip open my bag and pull out the same old prostitute shit. Lacey panties, bra, the lot. I strip out of my coat and clothes and slip them on, pulling out some red high heels and slipping them on, too. I pull out my make-up and touch up my mascara and put on another layer of lip gloss. I look in the mirror and sigh to myself.

How did my life turn out like this?

I zip up my bag and walk out of the bathroom, whispering some reassuring words to myself to try and make myself feel better. I place my bag in the hall and wander up the staircase, finding 3 white doors in front of me, a loud grunting sound coming from one of the rooms. He must be in there.

Well, here goes nothing.