Little Lady *Niall Horan Fanfic*

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"Thanks for the good time baby girl." The sick pervert winked at me as he handed me my cash. I grabbed it from his hand and stuffed it into my bag before standing up from the bed and pulling my clothes on. "I'll see you soon, can't wait."

"Whatever." I hissed grabbing my coat and sliding it over my cold frame. He walked me to the front of his house, smacking my butt as I walked out of the house. I hated him, I didn't even know him and I hated him.

It was sick.

The enjoyment an older man gets by having sex with a minor, but I needed the money, the money to get me through my shit life. I walked down the street night slowly falling onto the city streets of London. I stopped sitting on the bench rubbing my thighs as they ached from my previous actions in the bedroom, no mercy I tell you.

I watched as people passed, business men, women with children and the homeless people that roamed the street aimlessly each day. I sat back looking down at my ripped leggings, the skin rose with goose bumps as the cold weather had it's go at them.

I heaved myself off the bench and began to walk home to my ass of an Uncle who started me with all this. "You're living with me, you do what I say." Were the first words he said to 13 year old self as my mother left me there.

Ever since I've been in the business, the different men every night becoming a normal thing to a sixteen year old girl like myself, the drugs that ran through my body fueling my motivation to go back out to make more money to get more.

It was horrible how your life could change so much in three years.

I walked up to the doorstep pulling out  my keys fumbling to unlock the hard wooden door. I grasped the cold metal handle with my shaky hand before pushing it open. I walked into the dimly lit hallway throwing my coat onto the coat rack before continuing to find my Uncle.

"It's about time you got home." He spat as I walked into the kitchen. "You make me good money tonight?"

I nodded handing him the 400 dollars I made, keeping 50 for myself as usual. "Good girl, I have something new for you." He looked up at me, an evil grimace on his face.

"Yes Uncle Stan?" I whimpered as he walked closer to me.

"I told you not to call me that!" He shouted gripping my wrist. Ah yes, how could I forget, after all he practically beat it into me.

"Sorry sir..." I whispered looking down at the ground. He gripped my chin with his thumb and index finger forcing me to look up at him.

"I got you a job... it'll make good money."

"W-what is it?"

"You're going to be a stripper along with what you've been doing. You start tomorrow night, make sure to do whatever you can to get as much money thrown at that pretty little body of yours. I owe some guys money and they're getting impatient." He let go of my chin and took out the money counting it. "You can leave!"

"Y-yes sir. Goodnight." I pushed past him and rushed down the hall pulling the basement door open and running down the creaky wooden stairs.

A stripper? I thought the title of a prostitute was bad enough but both!? I fell onto the small cott throwing my bag to the floor. I sighed looking to my left at the mirror.

I didn't even recognize the girl looking back at me. My brown hair was no longer held the beautiful curls it once did, it looked dead. My green eyes now looked like murky lake water and not to mention the horrid bags that lay under them.

I ran my hands over my face trying to wipe away the damage that made me look this way. The drugs, the sex, the beating were all too much.

It made me sick to think that I started this at thirteen. School stopped, no more friends, no more mommy, just a sick twisted uncle and strange men.

I grew up to fast that was for sure.

I leaned over pulling out the small packet filled with white powder, smiling at my pleasure, my addiction.

*

"Make me some money, if you don't we will have problems." My Uncle snapped as he pulled up in front of the strip club. I nodded and got out of the car looking up at the dark building. I walked up to the door pushing it open the sudden aroma of alcohol and perfume making it hard to breathe. I walked up to a desk where a blonde woman sat behind. She wore a lot of make-up and was practically orange. Her breast hung out of her tightly fit low cut top making me cringe. She wore a name tag 'coco'.

"Uh hi... I'm Abigail." I said softly as she looked up at me.

"Ah yes the new bee!" She replied standing up revealing her fish net stockings and hot pants. "I'm coco and you can follow me." She walked out from behind the desk and grabbed my hand pulling me after her. We went behind a tinted door and down a long corridor.

"Here is where you will get dressed, your outfit for the night is already in there, good luck." She winked at me before pushing me inside the room. The door slammed behind me and I looked around the small almost closet like room. The walls were white and in the corner there was a dressing table with make-up and hair pins on it.

I took notice to a small black lace leotard type thing hanging up. I walked over to it taking it off the hook and examining it further, a joke right?

"Abby, you're on in 10!" The perky blonde called from outside the door. I didn't reply. I slipped off my clothes and pulled on the slutty outfit not liking it one bit.

I looked in the mirror and almost vomited. My breasts were practically out in the open, the back side of me completely visible and the front not much better. The sides on the leotard were lace allowing you to see my tanned skin and the front was a tight black corset.

I walked over to the make-up table and applied some heavier eye make up my green eyes staring back at a girl completely foreign. But you have to do what you have to do.

Once I was done with that I became nervous. I didn't know how to do any of this. I didn't know how to work a pole or be seductive; it was much different than having sex. No, you were out there in front of 50-60 men as they watched your every move.

"Abby let's go!" I gulped and walked over to the door pulling it open. "Damn sexy mama, you look good. They'll like you, you're young and beautiful you have nothing to worry about. You're in luck, there's a party here tonight." She winked as she pulled me down the dimly lit hall over to a door. She opened it leading me up a set of stairs.

"Abby?" A man asked and I nodded. "You're dancing to... Dancing in the Dark tonight. Wait over in the side wing for your Q." He informed me and I nodded walking over to the wing.

"Tonight we have a new member, Heaven, 16 years young! You're in for a treat!" The announcer said. Wait who the hell is Heaven?

"That's your name." Coco mouthed to me and I nodded a bit confused.

I heard the first beat of the song and looked at the man. He nodded and I walked out onto the stage trying my best not to break my ankles in these heels.

I blocked out all the nerves, all the stress and worry and only focused on one thing, money. The money I needed to please my uncle and refrain from another beating.

I looked out into the audience noticing a nice group of men, young and old.

Closer to the stage was a table of guys, about 5 I think who looked to be celebrating a birthday.

I thought about all the money this could possibly get me... all the drugs I could get so subdue the pain of my everyday life... it was beautifully horrendous.

In my daze I hadn't even noticed what I was doing. I swiveled my hips as I leaned down at the edge of the stage winking at the audience.

It felt thrilling actually. To know that everyone in the room was focused on you, the attention drove me. I scooped up sticking my chest out earning a few whistles as I strutted to the back of the stage grasping the cold pole in my grip, I grinded my hips against it as I bit my lip the men going wild. I liked it, the feeling that people liked what I was doing. I wrapped my leg around it spinning and dropping down low to the floor. I turned my head over my shoulder winking at the men. I ran my hands down the sides of my body feeling my curves, every man in the audiences face wish they could be me, there filthy perverted hands feeling up my fragile frame.

I walked back to the front of the stage and crouched down on the edge. I bit my lip and pushed up my boobs as the people in the audience went crazy. I saw Coco towards the back smiling as a few men ran up stuffing money into any place they could. I scooped up and rolled my hips around before dropping back down my eyes locking with someone's.

It felt weird. His icy blue eyes stared into mine and for some reason I couldn't tear mine away from his. His eyes were filled with worry and sympathy and it confused me.

"16." He whispered shaking his head as his blue eyes flooded with disbelief. "16..."

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