White Tree house

Harry Style's Girlfriend

Autumn's POV.

4 weeks later

After my first cigar ever, I started to get addicted, or maybe it was just because it helps me relax a bit.

I went to clubs and always get drunk. I met wrong people.

My hair was now black, and I had no more money.

Most of my stuff were stolen or trade.

I had a lot of scars because of people. I was skinny, and I turned really emo, but guys still dig it which irritated me.

I cry myself to sleep still thinking about Niall.

"Niall."

Thinking about that name made me mad.

He is the reason why I'm like this. He is the reason why I changed.

He is the reason why I'm hurt. He is all the reason why I'm here right now.

"HEY! AUTUMN!! BABY!!" I did not turn around because I knew whom it was.

Steven.

He was a player, and I slept with him once because he was willing to give me money.

So yeah, I'm a whore now, deal with it.

After I had been sleeping with him, I decided to stop because I knew how wrong it was to do such thing.

I was thinking about going back home, but I was to a shame on what I turned into.

I was thinking about my family. How worried they must be.

I was still tired of being poor and begging, until a short guy with white hair, almost bald came up to me.

He examined me a bit.

"The answer is no.. SO GO AWAY!" I snapped tired of people offering me these things.

He smirked which confused me.

"That was rude. What have I ever done to you?" He raised his eyebrows at me as I didn't answer his question.

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"Do you want to work for us? It will give you a load of money, and it's just a simple task." I looked at him thinking what I was suppose to do.

'Sleep with him?' gross, no more. 'Sell drugs?' I don't want to go to jail.

"You'll need to pretend to be Harry Style's girlfriend." I'm surprised because I wasn't expecting that.

"Who's Harry Styles?"

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I was in a fancy limo having no idea where I'm being taken.

"Soo.." I broke the silence, "Why would you chose me to work this job, anyways? There are a lot of beautiful woman that this Harry guy would like right?"

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"We did try asking actresses and models, but Harry never did like them that way, so my boss thought about asking someone different. Out of the box. Like you."

"Ooo... Where are we going anyway?"

"To the dressing studio. We'll give you a different look. Not too different, just cleaning you up a bit and my stylist would do the rest." I nodded.

After 20 minutes of waiting, we arrived in a tall building.

It seemed... Classy?

We walked inside the building.