Mrs. Horan
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♥ I knew him before he got famous, before the braces, before the snapbacks. But I don't know him anymore...he wasn't the same, I guess fame corrupted him. "Hand on heart, I never thought I would be arranged to get married to my ex- best friend." Well now that you have made it down here...I'll tell you one more thing, your in for more than you think. ;)
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It's not something people plan on doing nor is it something people happily do. It's a way of survival. Zayn Malik lived a life of selling his body to men and women who wanted it just so he could get by. He wasn't happy, but there was nothing else for him to do. There was no one for him. He was just a prostitute. Niall Horan was a rookie on the police field. He was fresh out of training and ready to take on this task at hand. He didn't have a hard heart like most the men he worked with. He actually cared about the people that would end up in the back of his car handcuffed. Is there a way for a young cop to help a law breaker? Is there a way for a broken man to become whole again? Is it possible for one to understand the life of a prostitute?

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