control // harry styles

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"You haven't paid rent in two months Leah! I'm getting tired of fûcking you, honestly. Your pûssy doesn't pay rent, money does!"

"B-but you promised I'd have somewhere to live as long as I kept.. y'know.." I squeal as my landlord towers over me

"Fûcking me!?" his laughter booms through my tiny apartment.

"Yeah." I whisper, cos that was our agreement. Until I could get the rent money, I'd pay him in sex.

"Fuck that. I've got bills, I'm gonna lose this place fûcking around with whores like you. I want you out by 8AM tomorrow morning."

"B-but I start work at 10.."

"OUT. BY. 9. Do you understand!?" He spits in my face

"Y-yes.." I stutter, tears forming in my eyes.

He grins and slaps my arse before storming out.

I look around my tiny apartment, and my small amount of items.

In total, I had a large Nike duffel bag full of clothes, one pair of flats and a pair of joggers, a small folding chair and my computer.

Easy enough to move from place to place with a small amount of items, and I'd been moving from place to place for five years.