Belong To The World

~ TWO ~

| D R U G S |

Niall laughed to himself as the drugs kicked in.

He felt like he was floating like thw world was on a slant.

Niall sniffed the last line of cocaine, moaning as the drug seeped into his system.

Nicolas has left an hour ago, Niall isn't surprsied he isn't back, probably talking to an old perverted man about him getting fucked.

And Niall twitched at that.

He got up on shaky legs, falling to the ground in a heap as he laughed at himself.

He just decided to lean against the wall, taking a cigarette from the coffee table and lighting it with a random lighter laid out on the floor.

He sucked in the air and held back the cigarette, letting the smoke flow out of his mouth and lungs.

Getting up once more he shakily got to the balcony of his aprtment, opening the french doors and leaning on the rail. Rubbing his sore eyes he starred down at the many people walking around the streets, hot men, ugly women, crazy homeless people. Prostitutes.

Him and Nicolas lived at the bad end of Blackpool England. Niall wasn't scared though, he was a prostitute, if he was scared he should have ditched the job already.

But that would mean leaving his life.

Niall didn't care about the four ex boyfriends that lived in Manchester that was only a couple minutes to an hour from him. If he saw the men, he would ignore them like every other person.

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Niall stared out into Blackpool's ugly streets, suddenly the phone that really was something of trash rung from the kitchen. Niall took a quick breath of the fresh, summer air and walked back into the flat.

Grabbing the phone he held it up to his ear.

"Hey beautiful." Nichols said off the other ends and Niall smiled and blushed at the nickname.

"Hey babe." Niall said.

"Got the man coming to our house, use the bedroom only. Last time u thought you were having a little bit too much time around the flat." He said and Niall chuckled and said a quick 'yes' and hung up.

Walking off to grab his 'work clothes' passing the dirtied living room and stepping over the mess of broken bottles and duds of cigarettes and drugs. Getting to the bedroom, going into the closet and pulling out the lacy lingerie that was pretty slutty. But then again, he was a prostitute. That's what they do. Be sluts.

It took a few minutes of setting the suspenders and thong straight, Niall had lost a lot of weight in the past month, every time he put on lingerie he would have to hold it up by the suspenders because of how they would slip from his thighs. But he liked it, that just meant it was easier to rip off.

He waltzed out of the room, wearing some high black stockings that went to his thigh's, a strap that went up to the small lace garment that hide his thong. But his perky bum was on full display. Just how the men liked it.

Niall sat on the couch, cross legged. Even though he didn't like it, acting like a girl got the men turned on even more. And more money would be in Niall's hands when they were done.

Suddenly, the door opened and a man with grey hair that was tied up in a pony tail. A beard that was also grey and down to his chest. He wasn't the skinniest, but not the fattest Niall's worked with.

Niall silently gagged but gave the man his 'look.'

As in making his eyes really big, showing his baby blues as he blinked rapidly.

The man growled and threw his shirt onto the floor. Attacking Niall on the couch.

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Nicholas walked into the apartment building smiling as he trudged up the steps. Knocking on the door of his and his fiancés flat.

Opening the door he suddenly got tackled into a hug he chuckled and looked down, kissing the black silky hair of Ivy.

"How did it go?" She asked and he smiled and pecked her lips as she pulled back.

"That man was pure ugly, I would feel bad for the little slut but then again I can't complain when he's paying for us." Nicholas said and Ivy chuckled and pulled him into the flat, pushing him onto the couch and sitting on his lap.

"You've been doing drugs?" She asked as she looked into his red rimmed eyes. He chuckled and nodded.

"Without me?" She asked feeling a little hurt.

"Babe, he was riding me. I couldn't say no to a couple joints and a bottle of liquor to keep me amused." Nick said and Ivy nodded and got off his lap for a moment to grab a bag of weed smiling down at him.

"Up for some more?" She asked and gave him a wink. Nicholas nodded and she jumped onto him again, both kissing each other with passion and love as she opened the pound of weed.

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Niall woke up on the bed, sticky from the cum all down his chest and on the bed sheets.

He gagged and sat up, taking the towel from the bedside drawer and started to whip down himself cleaning off the disgusting cum of the old man.

The man was rough and didn't give one shit about Niall's feelings. The man pounded into him like he was a toy of some sort. But then again, he can't complain and cry about it. This was his job, to give his body to men and let them do whatever they please to him. Men need pleasure, gay or straight. Niall knew, he was a man after all, and when he was horny he would make sure to jump onto Nick as soon as he saw him. And Nick loved it.

He got up off the bed and winced at the burn but managed a smile as he walked into the bathroom and turned on the bath water. Plopping into the tub, letting out a whimper as the warm water hit his entrance and sore limbs. The large bruises on his neck stung and itched.

But he held back the need to scream and thrash around in pain and despair.

Scrubbing himself raw and then draining the tub, he wrapped a towel around his waist and waddled into the bedroom. Quickly changing into one of his sweaters and a pair of black sweatpants. Whenever he was done with his sex, he would always feel so tired. No wonder.

Grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the side drawer on Nick's side he walked into the living room and into the balcony. Taking a cigarette out and taking the lighter on the table outside on the balcony and lighting the fag.

He sighed as he let the smoke consume him and then breath it out. The feeling was amazingly comforting, it felt like he was in his own world of him and himself. Not even Nick was aloud into the world.

But as he reopened his eyes, he saw the look of his true life. The life that was filled with drugs and alcohol, and sex of course.

But then again, he'd rather be living this life then living with the four bastards that ruined his cute and innocent life.

Niall was a whole new person. A rebel, a druggie, an alcoholic, and a sex addict.

But he loved it, and no one can ever change him.