The Prostitute (Harry Styles fanfic)

“Rosealie, get your ass down here, now!” Jake screamed.

“Give me a minute; I have to change my clothes.” I screamed back.

He mumbled something that I didn’t hear. I changed my clothes and got my hair in a ponytail. I stepped in my shoes and ran down.

“What took you so long!?” he said angry.

“I had to change, what else?” I mumbled back and looked down.

“Look at me you bitch!” he said and slapped my face.

I looked up at him. He stared angrily at me.

“I’m your boyfriend, you have to treat me like one to!” he said and began to walk outside.

“No I’m not you asshole” I whispered.

“I heard that!” he said and kissed me rough.

I stepped away and ran outside to the car. I got in the car and waited for Jake. He came soon after but didn’t say anything. We drove to a hotel an hour from our home.

“Seriously, do I have to do it in a hotel, Jake?” I asked.