About Angels - Narry

Chapter 2

Harry POV

I knock four times on Louis' door. It's like our secret ritual, four knocks means it's me. Louis opens the door in a matter of seconds, like he has been standing right behind the door the whole time. 

He quickly takes in my appearance before he grabs my arm and drags me inside. 'Harry! You're completely drenched! Couldn't they at least give you something warmer to wear, look at you! You're practically shivering! This is insane. A freaking tank top when it's freezing outside? Who the hell does that?' Louis keeps on rambling, but he walks away from the door, so I can't hear what comes out of his mouth anymore. 

It takes about a minute for him to come back with a fluffy blanket. He gives it to me without saying anything and I can't help but gratefully accept it. Even though, I won't admit it to my customers I am absolutely freezing in these clothes. It's a miracle that I'm not an ice-cube yet. 

We do move to the bedroom though, but instead of the usual 'Get it done as quickly as possible so the dirty whore can leave again', Louis sits me down and makes sure I'm warmed up first. 'You alright? Need anything else?' I shake my head in response. It's nice what Louis does, makes me feel like I matter a little, even if I really don't and if I would die I could be easily replaced. 

In less than fifteen minutes I'm completely warmed up and laid on the soft mattress with Louis hovering over me. He always has this look of pity on his face just before he enters me, but I know he enjoys it. He has the same pace as always, not too slow and not too fast. Even though I am a whore, by choice officially, I find it hard to enjoy myself and to come. 

Louis is one of the only people who always make sure I enjoy it too. He's, however, the only one that ever made me come. It doesn't happen tonight though, not that I mind that, he knows I have other customers after him, but once he made me come. Only once and that night I cried for hours afterwards back in my miserable flat because I felt like failure, is something he doesn't know about and I would like to keep it that way. 

I do enjoy it a little though, the moan that leaves my mouth isn't fake and not missed by Louis, who smirks at me, just before he comes in the condom he had put on. It's required to put one on. There are more people than I can count on my fingers that complained about that, Louis never does. 

With a quick good bye and a thanks for the warming up, I make my way out of his penthouse and onto the bitter cold streets again. This time I'm off towards Liam's house. Maybe I should say mansion, cause it's above average size. It's enormous.

Liam's house is only twelve streets away and I don't even need to ring the bell as Liam already opens the door and takes me to the bedroom. There we say short greetings to each other before we go on with the business.

Liam has always been one to act straight forward, not some awkward talking first. He does like a bit of dirty talking though, but I never react to it. He likes it that way, I know that and I don't judge him. 

He's quickly finished and pulls out and rolls on his back. Both of us just lay there catching our breath. We say quick goodbyes, Liam does tell me, a little spaced out, that he enjoyed it, as I make my way back to the street where it all basically happens. Some call it the hooker street, simply because from eight pm to three and sometimes even four am the street is filled with prostitutes. Under each lantern one. It's illegal and even though everybody knows about it, to look less like a prostitute everyone is always leaning against a lantern, playing on their mobiles. Though, since I don't have luxurious mobile like everyone else, but just that simple Nokia, I always end up playing snake. I've got to be honest, I became excellent in that game. 

The walk from Liam's house to the street is long, I think a little over thirty minutes. It kills time cause when I take a look at my phone I see it's only one am. At least two more hours ahead and two or three more clients to go. I don't want to, I feel like shit. My whole body is sore, even with my last two clients not being that rough. I'm cold and I just want to scrub all the touches of strangers of my body. I never can, the feeling always stays.

I only need to stand one minute underneath the lantern before a man walks past me and grabs my arm way too rough. I don't dare say anything, he's way stronger and his form and body shape only make me think of my past. The thing I want to forget the most. 

Swallowing the lump in my throat I follow him into an alley. He throws me against the wall, my back hitting the hard surface and my face scrunches up in discomfort. I feel his dirty hands on my shoulders, pushing me until I'm on my knees. I get three slaps on my face before he forces his cock down my throat.

Fortunately, I have a good gag reflex. Does not meant that this is enjoyable. The unknown man fucks my face until he comes. When he comes he hits me more, twice in my stomach, once in my face. I need to lay down on the hard concrete to get over the pain. He throws a fifty bill at me, kicks me twice before he leaves. 

I'm too scared to tell him that the price was actually sixty. Everything about him makes me think of the past, the way he threaten me, even the way he looked.

Everything. I knew the bruises were bad, this happened once in the few weeks.

It's like they gave me a little bit of time to make me able to build up like one percent of courage just to bring me down again. To make me fall even harder. To make me feel more worthless than I feel every single day that I don't get beaten up. 

More than ever I ask myself why I keep doing this? Why do I even keep trying? Why don't I just give up. But in the end I stand up and go into the car with someone to let two drunk people fuck me, no one even cares and I still go on, the questions shoved to the back of my head without any answers. 

There is not a reason why I do it. I just do what they told me to do and nothing more, nothing less. 

Dedication is for ConWeCallLove, one of my favorite writers. She writes amazing Narry and Lirry stories (and other ships but I've read those two the most of her) and she dedicated a chapter to me twice this week. Thanks again! :D xx