"Boys seem to like the girls who like to kiss and tell, the ones who like to talk about the things they do so well.."
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When I woke up, a headache racked my brain, I groaned quietly and looked around as my blurred vision cleared. I felt a strong calming pair of arms wrapped around my waist. When I hesitantly looked around to see who was holding me so close, I yelped a little. Zayn held me close to his chest, mumbling protective things like "My bottle of Corona" or "Get yer paws off of her Harry" and it honestly freaked me out. Because from what I remember, Zayn didn't really like me.

One of Harry's big hands held my small right hand. Zayn was on my left, Harry was on my right. I turned to face Zayn and he sleepily nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, placing a tiny kiss on my collarbone. My eyes widened and I tried to crawl out of bed.

"Where are you going, luv~"Zayn growled deeply, his deep voice vibrating on my skin.

"Zayn. Wake the fuck up."I whisper yelled.

"Two more minutes, luv. You're so warm..."He chuckled lowly and his grip around my waist tightened.

No choice.

I backhanded the Zayn Mallik awake. He held his raw cheek and stared at me in anger as he sat up."What the bloody hell was that for?"He growled.

"WHERE IN THE FUCK AM I?"I yelled at him.

That jolted the other boys awake. Niall screamed and howled "I'm sorry for stealing one of your joints Zayn! Please don't kill me!" at the top of his lungs. Zayn turned back and stared at the Irish boy."Wait what?"

Niall smiled sheepishly.

"You're in our hotel room. How can you not remember?"Harry mumbled tiredly.

I looked down and saw us all in the same bed. I wore Niall's sweatpants and Zayn was shirtless. So was Harry, Niall, and Louis. I started panicking, because I wasn't wearing a shirt either. Our clothes were scattered on the floor. I had a major hangover. I crawled out of the bed and fell right to my knees, groaning in pain and clutching my head.

I opened one of my squeezed eyes shut, staring at the concerned band members. Except for Zayn, who was busy grasping the fact that he was spooning me all throughout his sleep.

"We didn't have an orgy, did we? Please tell me no. I was supposed to be back at the orphanage last night."I rushed out.

Niall looked confused."You don't remember all last night? We came back here after Rey's Pizza and you insisted we sleep in the same bed because it was big enough. You told us most of your life story after taking a shower with us in that giant shower room. Explained all those scars on your back and such, lass."He explained.

I screamed a little, panting."Oh god. All I remember is resorting to cannibalism by chugging those Corona bottles you guys didn't finish and acting like a dog near Zayn. That's all I remember. I didn't mention anything about my family did I?"I asked.

Zayn shook his head, crossing his arms."You said you did everything for money to provide for people. But you wouldn't tell us who." He said. "I should've known you were drunk when you insisted we take a shower with you."He added with a growl.

I sighed with relief. I knew I broke my golden rule about jobs. Never explain your backstory. I was probably going to get killed.

I heard the hotel landline ring in the living room."I got it."I gave an aggravated grunt.

I left the boys to themselves and picked up the phone."Hello?"

"Ah. Corona. Si. Good job getting into their hotel room with them. Getting close is good. I might just pay you extra. Now, they're heading to school. It's called Rey Lione Private School. I've enrolled you into the school and you have all of their classes. Your uniform will be in your locker, which is locker 364B. Every day after school, you will wait outside for a vintage black Buick to come pick you up.

The driver will take you to my mansion, where you will be living. I've taken it upon myself to take in your siblings out of their orphanage and station them in my mansion as well in a different wing accessible to you until you finish the job. Okay, mija? I will leave notes in your locker daily to tell you the weeks game plan. Enjoy yourself, chica. It'll all be over soon."

With that, the caller hung up. I knew it was Robertico. Tears of joy filled my eyes. My brothers and sister would be taken care of while I was gone doing my job. I went back into the room, seeing the boys in their school uniforms.

"So uh, word got out that we took you home. It's all over Twitter.."Louis said, looking up at me while fixing his uniform. Harry frowned when he saw the tears.

"What's wrong, kitten?"He whispered, holding my face in his large hands. Making Zayn huff.

"If they knew I was here, I'm glad. I just got a call from the school I enrolled into a few weeks back that I've been accepted."I lied, but it made my tears more realistic.

Niall and Liam cheered, hugging me."Great. We're heading to school, so if you want us to drop you off, we'll be happy to."Liam offered.

"Your uniform emblem looks familiar. Which school did you guys enroll into?"I lied again.

"Ray Lion, somethin' like that."Niall waved it off.

"Rey Lione?"I gave a fake surprised gasp."That's the school I enrolled into! Think you guys can take me with you?"I pulled a strand of my hair down and chewed on it nervously.

Harry scooped me into his arms and nuzzled me with his nose buried into the side of my neck. I knew to show no emotions to these boys. My targets were to be shown no form of love. I just thought Harry was a little clingy. Zayn intrigued me more than Harry.

At least for now.

"Sure, kitten! You can freshen up and come down to the car when you're ready. We'll be waiting."He said.

I nodded and he put me down. It'll be easy to kidnap Harry... I knew deep down he wasn't as naïve as he seemed. But he sort of acted like it. He was smarter. Harry Styles was not shallow-minded. So far, only Zayn expressed that he wasn't stupid.

"I'll use your toothbrush."I said to Harry, just to tighten the grip on the leash while dangling a treat in front of his face so he didn't notice.

He smiled happily."Me and you one day'll go together just likes peas and carrots. Peanut butter and jelly. Niall and Nandos."He cooed, snuggling me.

"Maybe Harry. Maybe...just like you and hair conditioner."I joked. He gasped happily and kissed my cheek, I faked a smile. Then hugged him back.

I went to the bathroom and found Harry's toothbrush, brushing my teeth with it to keep him hooked. I put on my clothes from yesterday. Then stared sadly at my sweatshirt.

I still found it hard to grasp that I revealed such a personal thing to a group of famous people..

Although I wasn't necessarily depressed by anything I had done.

Licking my lips softly, I slipped on the sweatshirt and trotted to the door. I was too lazy to go to the elevator, so I went down the stairs. More like I slid down the rails every moment I got.

I didn't necessarily want to sit in the same seat as Niall, not today at least. After what apparently happened last night, I wasn't up to hearing the boys assure me that everything was okay when I knew it was. It's not a wonderful thing to feel when other people tell you that everything was going to be fine. I knew that had they been in my position, they would've broke down in pain. I knew that nobody could do what I do, because they appealed to their human side.

To let men scar my body that way and not drown myself in alcohol..

That just showed that I had to stop being a human so I could live with myself.

I had to stop telling myself that this wasn't a good way to get money. That I was old enough to go get a job, a real one. Stop feeling the pain of how my siblings would grow up not knowing how their sister got the money to support them as children. I had to forget everything the world taught me and only remember what my experiences gifted me. That life was full of disappointments, nothing could change the hardships anyone went through.

My parents didn't love me. Whatever. This city would be better off without me. Who gives a shit anymore? The world wants me dead. I'm not alive because the world wanted me to live, I'm alive because I had people to live for. The universe could use one less me. Well I don't think I need the input of the fucking universe.

I had to completely desensitize myself, become careless as to what people thought. What the world thought. What I thought. These famous rich boys couldn't do what I did if their lives depended on it. It took me years to achieve this state. I didn't plan stopping until my brothers and sister could support themselves.

When I stepped out the hotel doors, lights flashed in my face. Cameras. I rolled my eyes and saw the boys leaning against a beautiful black classic Crown Vic. Like almost every other Hispanic man in this city, my father had been a mechanic. As far as I knew. And I fell in love with cars the minute I laid eyes on the way he fixed our busted up Nissan Maxima.

The way the engines roared tickled my ears.

I didn't see Harry, but I figured he was already in the car. I headed straight to the front of the car instead of going to the boys. I felt some tears prick the corner of my eyes at the beauty of this old lassie. I had to take it out for a spin. If it was smooth enough..Well, maybe I could show the boys the other way I get money...

I slid my hand along the gorgeous shiny black hood. Pressing my ear to the hood, I let out a sigh of ecstasy at the gorgeous sound of the engine's guttural growls. To the boys' surprise, I popped open the hood and gazed at the engine in all its naked glory.

"Zayn, where in the hell did you find such a beautiful car?"I looked up at him. He crossed his arms across his muscled chest, narrowing his deep dark colored eyes.

"Some guy just drove up, gave me the keys, said I could have it for free yesterday. So I thought, what the hell. Saves me the time of getting a rental car. Now, here she is."He replied in a deep voice.

I laughed at his remark and he cocked a brow then walked closer to me, staring down at me from his towering height."What are you laughing about?"He growled lowly.

I pushed him back and grinned widely. I bent over and saw Niall and Liam admiring the view of my ass. I leaned my head in and took in a deep whiff of the engine's musk.

"This car is no she. No this, this beautiful Crown Vic is a HE. Just smell its seductive masculine scent. How powerful the gasoline smells too. And the way this handsome engine snarls, I can just feel the spiking testosterone levels from it. It's cool, doesn't seem like a car that overheats constantly. This car is a man. And this car is now my man, I'm in love with its beautifully built strong body."I cooed, pushing down the hood gently then snuggling the car.

They stared at me like I was insane. Niall dashed over and picked me up. Cameras went off like crazy. Then he placed me on the hood of the car. He jumped into the drivers seat and revved that gorgeous engine. I yelped in joy, squealing happily as I felt its demanding snarls vibrate below my legs and shiver my bones. I laid back, sort of like I was posing for Playboy, and cried out in excitement as Niall revved the car more furiously. (A/N|| I've..actually done this before. It's a wonderful feeling to me, no I'm not weird..)

Zayn scooped me into his arms bridal style and Louis opened the door. He slid me into the middle seat and Niall jumped into the seat to my right. Louis slammed the door in Niall's face with a snicker and got into the passenger seat. Liam followed and Zayn secured the hood. He got into the driver's seat and sighed softly, driving off.

I looked around."Where's Harry?"I asked loudly, finally breaking the silence.

I yelped as I was pushed farther up the seat and arms wrapped around me from behind. I looked back and lo-behold, Harry was riding in the trunk of the car.

"Hey there, kitten."He purred. I rolled my eyes and patted his head."Hello, Harry."I replied in a sarcastic monotone voice.

"Well, before we head to school, we're going to check out that giant mall nearby. Because you need some damn clothes."Liam said, poking my side above Harry's arm.

"Where did you get your clothes?"Zayn asked, arm slung on the shoulders of the passenger seat.

"Thrift shop. I painted them myself. Rather, splashed them."I smiled proudly for some odd reason. Though I did love my clothes and their style.

"Hm. Well, feel free to grab all you want, because I'll pay for it. Just...be quick, we don't want to be late for school. And Fort Lauderdale is about an hour away."Zayn said, sort of embarrassed he admitted he would be the one paying for all my expenses on this shopping spree.

"It's only 15 minutes away, dumbass. I've been to Fort Lauderdale before. It's literally right next to Miami on the map."I scoffed.

Zayn doesn't answer, but I know he prefers I not give him the directions. Harry pulled me back towards him, mumbling something about how he wouldn't let another man mark my back with his name again.

The only name on my back that I ever liked was the one in cursive. Delrosso. It was a beautiful name, and he had been a beautiful rich man. I believe it was about a year back when I met him for a job. He said he wanted to marry me. Wanted to keep me safe and love me and provide for me. As much as it had managed to pain me, I said I couldn't, because he had enough children running around his home due to his constantly pregnant sisters. I got more than he promised that night, and it supported my family for about three long months. The months were great breaks for me.

I didn't respond to anything he was saying, because I knew deep down that Harry wanted to carve his name down my back, through my delicate skin, just to assure himself that I'd remember how much he loved me. He resisted, because he knew it wasn't love.

"You can put your name on me wherever you want..I won't feel it..it's just a prolonged sting."I finally said after he kept tracing his name near the small of my back. He glanced up at me but had no hope or joy in his beautiful emerald eyes.

I just frightened Harry Styles to the bone.

"I would never let myself cut through your skin for my personal sick pleasure, Corona. I don't care who tells me, even if it's the Queen of England. I will refuse and never touch another blade again."He growled, catching the attention of Louis and Liam.

There was a long silence. Then Zayn broke it.

"First off, we're here. Second, listen..."He turned around in his seat as he parked, keeping his arm behind the shoulders of the passenger seat to look back at me.

"Corona, I don't care whether you're okay with it or not. You will not be allowed to let men touch you as long as you're in our care. If I so much as see a new name on your back, I'll find the bastard and strip him of his jewels. I don't give a damn if you need the money. I don't give two fucking shits if you're going to suffer without it! It's wrong to let someone leave their mark on you like that. Now you may not see that because you're getting money for it, but I do. I want you to listen close and listen now. Because I will not repeat myself..

We will not let another man touch you this way. I will not let another man use your body for his own desires. I'm not saying this because I care alright? It's because I hate seeing women used this way. Especially young ones like you. If this happens again? I don't think I'll be able to contain myself.."

His voice started off calm, then turned into a yell, then dialed farther down, and the last sentence made his voice crack. He looked down, dark brown eyes full of pain. I was surprised Zayn gave an outburst like that. Then again, he did say it wasn't because he cared about me...

He could've been lying, but I don't want to give myself hope I don't even need.