I could handle bruises on my body. It was the ones on my face that I couldn't stand. I stood shakily in front of the mirror at Liam's empty house and looked at the bruises all over my body. I could hide those with clothes, though I would have to rest for a few days and not take any clients. It was the bruises on my face that I was most worried about. I had a shiner starting below my left eye. I couldn't blame Liam, he got a little too rough.

I leaned forward and yelped in pain when my back stretch too far. I tear slipped from my eye. I pushed through the pain and stretched to see the largest welt on my back and the bruises near the small of my back. I had already taken a shower and cleaned myself up. Blood mixed with the water down the drain from Liam forcing too much with not enough preparation. I winced when I turned back to look at myself in the mirror straight on.

Bruises would heal in a couple days, hopefully, but I had another problem at hand. Well, I should say wrist. When Liam grabbed my by my wrist and yanked me away he yanked a little too hard and my wrist was swollen. It wasn't broken since I could still move my fingers, but it was very sore.

I frowned and grabbed my clothes from the bathroom floor and carefully pulled them on. I checked the time. Liam had left me a little earlier than what was planned, but I could say I was glad about that. I had to meet Zayn at six and it was four thirty, which meant I could relax for a little bit until I had to go meet him on the corner of main and sixth. I laughed to myself about the corner meet up since that's what most people thought prostitutes roamed. People had no idea about the intricate the whole thing was. Sure, there were some prostitutes that go and do there own thing. But then there are people like Louis who find people like me who are in a tough spot and would do anything to make a quick buck.

Like always, there was a small bag of whatever drug Liam left me on the counter. I ignored it and left it there. I was still shaking off the feeling of the ecstasy Liam gave me. I guess taking that pill helped me through the process with Liam, but I was not liking the after effects. I limped out of the house after grabbing my money and placing it into my inside coat pocket. I had to call Louis and tell him how much I made. He got a percentage of what I made and I had accumulated quite a bit that I owed him.

I sent him a quick text about picking me up. He responded with what I owed him and that the car was on it's way. I waited in the front yard for about fifteen minutes until Al pulled up in the car and took me home. I knew he had questions for me since I was sporting a fresh bruise on my face and I looked pained when I sat down in the back seat. Though, Al never really said much to me. He minded his own business and I was thankful for that.

When he dropped me off I could see Louis standing in the parking lot talking to someone. I looked a little harder and saw that he was talking to Harry's wife, Ruth. I felt this burning in my chest and I got a little protective over her because she was such a nice woman and Louis wasn't the best person to be around. I didn't think he would hurt her or anything. I just didn't see the good in a very pregnant woman and a pimp talking with each other.

"Hi, Louis." I walked up to him and clapped him on the shoulder with my good hand. The other wrist was pretty swollen still. I kept it hidden. Them seeing my black eye was already bad enough. Louis turned to look at me and his eyes widened. "Yeah, I fell." I shrugged, laughing. "Hit my face right on a step. Man, did that hurt." Louis knew what was going on, but Ruth was innocent in this.

"Oh, sweetie. That's looks terrible. Are you okay?" Ruth asked, reaching out to me over her very large belly.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just a klutz, I swear." I smiled and it hurt to even do that. My jaw hurt from giving Liam a blow job. He made sure that all of him fit into my mouth and throat. "Don't worry about me, Rutg." I grinned wider. "I'll be fine. Right, Louis?" I looked at him and he nodded, obviously not pleased with my appearance. We said our goodbyes to Louis and he followed me up to my apartment. Once inside, Louis sat on my small two seater couch and looked at my expectantly.

"I have your money." I told him, getting the money out of my coat. He still didn't know about the nine hundred that I had left stashed away. I was going to keep it that way. "Liam paid for five hours and this is what I got." I handed Louis the wad of cash and he looked through it, counting about half and taking about that much as well. He handed me bak the rest and I made out with about three hundred dollars.

"So what happened?" Louis asked, leaning back and counting his money again. He soon opened his wallet and put it inside. "I take it he didn't take the news too well?"

I gulped and then nodded. "Yeah. I wish I would've known you told him before I went there." I frowned, walking over to the small kitchen and opening a drawer with my good hand that wasn't my dominant. Louis noticed it and raised an eyebrow in my direction. "I-I uh hurt my wrist pretty bad." I muttered.

"Come here. Let me see it." Louis reached out to me and I did as he told me to do and showed him my wrist. Some of the swelling had gone down, but it was still hard to move. Louis held my arm and gently took a look at my wrist. "It's not bad, but it isn't too good either." He told me. "Where's that first aid kit I bought for you. It has a wrap in it that's gonna help."

Louis was being very caring and I knew it was only because he needed me healthy to continue making money. He made sure that my wrist was secure and made plans for me to see his doctor. It was risk going to the hospital, not only because of my age that Louis didn't know about, but because of my profession. The hospital was always coming down on the druggies and misfits that came through looking for a free place to stay. Those people would always end up with the police and then in jail. Me? I would most definitely be sent back to my parents. If they even still around, that is.

After my wrist was wrapped Louis got up from my couch and patted his coat pockets. "Alright, since this was unexpected..." He was talking about my injuries. "I'll let you off the hook for the rest of the week. Plus your month starts with Zayn after that. So rest up. I'll be around." Louis clapped me on the shoulder on the way out and I had to stifle a groan because I had a bruise there as well as other places on my body.

"Thanks, Louis." I waved to him as he shut my front door behind him. I waited for five minutes before I started to look around for my nicer clothes. I also had to find some face makeup to get rid of this black eye. I didn't think it was appropriate for me to show up for a nice dinner with a client with a darkening black eye.

No more than thirty minutes later I was standing at the corner of Main and Sixth. It was a little earlier than six o' clock, but I was glad to have made it on time. I checked my phone for messages and waited as the clock ticked to six in the evening. I looked around the busy street and people were looking at me. I was a young kid out in the city by myself with a badly covered up black eye. I pulled my coat closer around me. I was only wearing once sleeve since I couldn't get my thickly wrapped wrist through the other sleeve. I bet I looked like a wreck.

I let out a deep sigh as this black limo pulled up to the side of the street and put it's hazards on. the driver stepped out in a nice suit, much nicer than anything I would ever own and walked over to me. "Mr. Horan?" He asked. I nodded and he led me to the car door, opening it for me. "Mr. Malik decided that it was best to pick you up separately and meet at the restaurant." I nodded when he shut the door and I was left inside this fancy limo with blinking lights and champagne glasses waiting. The traffic was pretty bad, but we made it to the restaurant within the next thirty minutes.

When the door was opened and the front of the restaurant was revealed, I gasped. I had heard of the place before and I knew that I couldn't possibly make enough money during an entire weekend to afford the place. It was a place for high profile people and celebrities. It was no place for me.

I started to feel nervous as I stood in front of the entrance. I checked my phone again and I had no messages or anything from Zayn. I sighed and walked up to the door. There was a doorman there to open it for me, but he gave me one look and scoffed. I felt dejected instantly and almost turned away to go back home where I belonged, but an arm wrapped around my waist and the doorman's eyes widened.

"M-Mr. Malik. It's nice to see you, sir. Welcome back. Will... he be you're plus one for the night?" He asked. I looked up to see Zayn at my side. He had sunglasses on that looked like they cost more than my life. I nervously shook and Zayn's grip around my waist tightened. It pitched my bruised skin slightly, but I kept quiet.

"Yes, this is my date for the night." He urged me forward as the doorman opened the door for us. I was led into the restaurant and a hostess was there to lead us to our reserved table. Zayn pulled a seat out for me and didn't say a word as I winced and hissed in pain as I sat down. He sat opposite of me and took off his glasses. "Hello, Niall." He spoke sternly.

"H-Hi." I said.

"I need you to tell me a couple things before we have our wine. He waved away a person who was carrying a bottle towards us. The waitress yipped and turned around. Yeah, he ran this place. I could tell. I waited for him to ask his questions and picked at my fingernails nervously.

"First things first. Are you okay and do you need to go to the hospital?"

Well, that was straight forward. I shook my head. "I've had worse. I'll be okay." I stared down at the intricately designed table cloth.

"Alright, secondly..." He placed his hand in front of him, locking his fingers together. "How much do I need to pay to have whoever did this to you disappear for a long time?"

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