Nights In White Satin

Chapter 1: Two Different Worlds

Chapter 1-

*Elizabeth's POV*

I stand there on the plat form, and walk around, trying to look as seductive as I could. I glance at all the rooms, all these sleezy men, betting on me for a one night stand. It's disgusting. This has been my job for as long as I could remember, although I wouldn't nesessarily call it a job, more of a do or die order.

"Number 6, claim your prize." The monitored voice booms through the speakers.

I'm then escorted to the back room where there I will meet my client. My orders are to give men pleasure, and if I don't obey their orders, I get punished. I wasn't always in this position, I had a family too, but that was all before I was taken away. I was 12 when I was thrown into this game. I know my parents tried finding me, I know the FBI tried to figure out my location, but they terribly failed. We only came for a mere vacation to France, but never thought this is how it would end.

Yes, I was abducted. Yes, my body is sold to men every night. No, I didn't start this when I was 12, I started at the age of 14. No, my body wasn't sold to old men, but young boys. Their fathers would make them come here to 'become men'. But the time between being 12 and 14, I was raised by the other women who were abducted. Some were mothers, some were teenagers. They taught me the ropes of what to do to not get hurt. They were my only family growing up.

"Take off your robe," the man demanded yet in a calm tone.

I did as he said, my robe dropping to the floor at my feet. "Remove your under garments."

I obeyed, my bra and underwear both falling to my feet. His eyes scanned my body. "Good, White Satin."

White Satin was my name given to me by the men who sell my body. They came up with it because of my fair white skin tone and the softness of it. I'm their 'money-maker' as I'm worth more money than needed since I'm American.

He walked up to me, touching my body. I kept a straight face, as this is nothing new to me and I'm not suppose to show emotion.

He unbuttoned his shirt, and unzipped his pants. Leaving him in nothing but his boxers. This was going to be a long night.

*Zayn's POV*

We arrived in Paris, pumped for our concerts. We love our European fans, they're like home to us.

"Wow, do you see this?" I heard Liam ask as we approached the luggage claim.

I look at him, "See what, mate?"

He points at the entrance, and there, there's at least hundreds of squealing girls being blocked off by security and police. I was stunned that they all fit in that little area.

I chuckle and pat his shoulder, "What? Afraid of our girls now?" He smiles and shakes his head.

We all begin walking towards the swarm of girls, tugging/carrying our bags along. Security assist us through the crowd. I felt so many girls tugging at my shirt, my bag, and my arms. It's to that point where it's just casual for me, but I kept a close eye on Niall infront of me, whereas he's uncomfortable in these positions. I remember one time, we were randomly jumped by girls and Niall nearly had an anxiety attack. He makes me worried, a lot.

We make it to our van, and we throw our bags into the trunk and we're quickly off. Some girls chased our car, some followed us in taxis. It was insane.

Louis was on the phone with El, telling her about our flight, Liam was texting, probably Andy, Harry was going to sleep as he didn't get much sleep on the plane, and Niall was munching away at some crisps.

I felt my own phone buzz, it was a text from Safa, my friend who lives in Amiens.

'Hey man, heard you're in town?'

I reply back, 'Hey yeah, just driving to the hotel now.'

'Nice, we should hang out tomorrow night. There's this place Assir was telling me about in the heart of Paris, supposedly there's a lot of hunnies that go there.'

'Oh, okay. Cool, sounds good, mate. See you then.' I reply once more before arriving at the hotel.

Paul opens the van door for us and we all step out of the car, I walk up to Harry, holding him up as he's still worn out. The bell men grab our bags and follow after us.

"Oh, guys don't forget, we have a photoshoot at 4," Liam informs us, as we enter the elevator.

We all nod at him and I check my watch, it's a quarter to 2. We have sometime of freedom to relax before we have to go back to work. At least it's not like when we went to Sweden, we never had time to relax, we were either performing or getting harrassed by flashing girls. We love our girls, but we prefer not seeing their baby feeders. Just like girls would prefer not seeing our baby makers... I think.

We share rooms with each other at every hotel, 2 by 2, but we take turns with who gets the single room. This trip, Louis gets the single room. Works for us, since we know he'll be skyping Eleanor the whole day, whining about how they wish they could be together. I swear, those two are inseparable.

I practically carry Harry to our room, he groans a little when I accidentally hit his head against a door.

"Sorry, lad." I say, trying not to laugh.

I lay him on the bed, and take our bags from the bell man, giving him a decent tip and thanking him.

I then organize my hair products in the bathroom and hang up our arranged clothes. I swear, sometimes I think I'm the woman in this relationship.

A/N: Hope you guys like the chapter! There'll be plenty more to come, please vote and comment what you think! :) -Ash and Edmond xx