Ariana’s tears were streaming down her face as she got into her car. Fuck this and fuck him. For someone who was so drawn to her, who liked her enough to pursue her as a stripper, he sure had a way of twisting the knife after his stupid friend stabbed her with it. Metaphoric or not, it still hurt.
She wiped at her eyes absentmindedly before digging in her purse for her cigarettes. She stuck the first one she could grab with her shaking fingers between her lips. She flicked and flicked at her lighter, trying to get the stupid cigarette lit, but the flame wouldn’t stay long enough to get her anywhere, which made her breakdown harder. She let out a sob, throwing both the cigarette and lighter across her car before dropping her face into her hands.
Why was this her life? What the fuck was she doing?
She never should have stayed at that party. She never should have let Harry rope her in. She should have had self-control. She should have said no. But when you’re in the business of giving people exactly what they want, it’s hard to go against your first instinct. And her instincts kept screaming yes at Harry Styles. Mother fucker.
When her sobs died out, she wiped her eyes once again. She needed a fucking cigarette. She needed it bad. Leaning across her center console, she dug around on the floor for her lighter. She didn’t bother trying to find the discarded cigarette. It was just one of many. But she needed that fucking lighter. Her eyes caught the in-car cigarette lighter and she immediately abandoned her search for the disposable lighter. She pressed in the circular knob and waited for it to pop back out, getting her cigarette ready between her lips once again. When it popped out, she immediately stuck the burning end to the end of her cigarette. She sucked in the first couple of puffs and breathed them out before taking her first real drag. Ahh, sweet fruition.
Ariana sat in her car, sucking down the nicotine stick as the last of her tears dried up. She was still in the back parking lot of Harry’s apartment building, yet she didn’t care. It wasn’t like he’d be coming after her anyway.
When the initial cigarette burned down to the butt, she used the last of its ember to light a fresh cigarette before throwing the butt out the window. On her third or fourth drag of the new cigarette, her eyes caught the backdoor of Harry’s building open up. She sunk in her seat, realizing it was in fact Harry, walking a dog along with him.
Fuck, man.
She kept down low enough for him not to see her, but for her to be able to see him. He walked across the street over to a patch of grass for his dog. He was so close to her car, her heart was in her throat and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She watched as he ran his fingers through his hair, grabbing at the strands before forcefully releasing his grasp.
“Fuuuck,” Ariana heard him growl. She closed her eyes tightly, squeezing out a few straggling tears. She should have left when she had the chance.
“Come on, Hemingway,” she heard him say to his dog before he pulled on the leash to get the dog to move.
It didn’t take him long to cross back through the parking lot and disappear back into the building. Ari didn’t waste another second. She threw her keys into the ignition and got the fuck out of there. She was certain it would be the last time she ever saw Harry. A part of her was okay with it, while the other million parts of her felt sick over it.
On her drive back home, as she chain-smoked like a crazy person, her cell phone started ringing in her purse. And it wasn’t the personal phone. It was the private phone. She growled, knowing she had to take it. She needed to take it. All the judgmental looks and remarks in the world couldn’t make her overlook the fact that she needed to put food on the table because the adults in her life were too irresponsible to continue their job as parents. Ari sighed as she took the call.
“Mm, I knew you’d answer,” she heard the slow drawl of her father’s lawyer, John Turner, come through the receiver. Fuck.
“What do you want?” She snapped at him.
“Hey, now. Is that any way to speak to a paying client?” He chuckled.
“What if I refuse?” She scowled.
“Oh, but darling, how are you going to provide for your precious baby sister? What’s her name again? Robin?” He asked, chuckling lightly.
“Do not talk about my sister!” Ariana growled at him.
“Oh, now don’t get your panties in a bunch, Ariana. I’ve got the money you need. Just stop playing games,” he said confidently. She huffed out a breath, knowing full well she couldn’t refuse this.
“Where?” She spat at him.
“Hotel Bel-air. Room twenty-two-hundred,” he told her.
Her insides cringed. Of course he would have to choose the one building in the world that she spent the most time with Harry in. It was like the universe was pouring salt in her wounds.
“Half an hour,” she choked out.
“See you there, darling,” he said before hanging up.
Ariana let out a loud growl and slammed her hands against the steering wheel before lighting yet another cigarette. She quickly pulled into the next gas station she saw, smoking the cigarette quickly before putting it out in her ashtray. She pulled herself out of the car to scour her trunk for something to wear for the sleazebag. Everything in her was screaming not to do it. But she knew she had to.
She purchased a new lighter and another pack of smokes before heading off to the gas station bathroom to transform herself into the sexy little hooker her clients all paid good money for her to be.
Once arriving at the hotel, she took the elevator straight up and found the room he told her to meet him at. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. It was probably going to be the hardest fuck of them all because of the rapidly developing distaste she had for that man. Mr. Turner answered the door with a sly smile, his eyes working over her whole body.
“Come in, Ariana,” he said, smirking at her.
“Don’t say my name. Let’s keep this short and sweet,” she spat at him as she walked into the hotel room.
“Where’s the fun in that, baby doll?” He asked, pulling at the hem of her skirt. She slapped at his hand.
“Ah-ah-ah-ah. I’m paying to have my way with you. Don’t make me punish you,” he said, eyeing her. She narrowed her eyes at him as she threw her purse on the table top.
“A thousand,” she spat at him.
“A thousand dollars?” He laughed.
“Top dollar with a body like mine, right?” She shot at him, using his own words against him.
“Well played, Miss Ramsey,” he chuckled, pointing his finger at her.
“No names, Mr. Turner. Don’t forget I know who you are, too,” she said, thick with attitude.
“A thousand dollars,” he agreed, pulling out his wallet, counting the money out before throwing ten $100 bills onto the table next to her purse.
“Well, then,” she said, taking a deep breath.
She wasn’t quite sure how she was going to put herself in character with this man. Her hatred toward him was so thick. It was going to be almost impossible. But she would have to endure it. She stepped toward him, running her hands up and down his chest. He reached up, grabbing her wrists tightly in his hands.
“Don’t pretend, sweetheart. Your scowling face will make the sex so much better,” he said, smirking at her before he yanked her arm, tossing her onto the bed. Vile, vile human being.
“It’s kind of funny that your fuck money is money that just came from your daddy’s wallet. Kind of kinky, don’t you think? That I’m your father’s lawyer and I’m about to fuck his precious little teenaged daughter,” he said, grabbing tightly onto Ariana’s face, ensuring that her eyes stayed on him. She whimpered lightly as his grasp tightened and then he pushed her face out of his hand.
“Get out of your clothes,” he demanded. Ariana laid there staring at him wondering how in the fuck she was going to do this.
“Now!” He growled. She sat up immediately, pulling the dress away from her body as he took off his own clothing. She looked away once his hairy naked body came into view and he put on the mandatory condom.
“Your panties are still on,” he shot at her. Submissively, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of them to pull them down.
“No, allow me,” he smirked, moving toward her.
Could this night get any worse? Oh, god. She had to hold back the bile in the back of her throat as his hands began touching her. It was by far the hardest call she’d ever had to endure and it was just the beginning of it. She would rather take a hundred more nights with that douche bag Jared before she would ever put herself through this again.
Mr. Turner ripped her panties down her legs in one forceful motion, causing her to tense her entire body up. It really wasn’t going to be good. She already knew it.
“Ahh, so much better than I pictured,” he said, standing above her, lurking at her bare body.
“Let’s get this over with,” she spat at him, narrowing her eyes.
“Get up,” he said, grabbing onto her arm, pulling her up against him so their naked bodies were plastered together.
“I’m going to have fun with you,” he said, trailing his fingers down her jaw. She cringed away from him.
“You’re playing your part perfectly,” he smirked at her, turning her quickly in his arms, pressing his hardness into the flesh of her backside.
“Gahhh,” she choked out as he gripped her tightly against him, his hands forcibly grasping around at her breasts. He pushed her forward onto the bed so she was face down.
“Get on your hands and knees. I think I’m going to take you from behind. Doggy-style. Because that’s what you are, huh? A bitch,” he said menacingly.
As she did what he said, she had to keep reminding herself that it was for her sister. She would do everything she could to protect her and take care of her. This was just an obstacle she would need to get through. His hands came down, squeezing the flesh of her ass tightly in his hands.
“My, God. Pristine craftsmanship. Your father did one thing right at least, didn’t he?” He groaned as he rubbed her entire backside.
She was trying to put herself in another mind set. She needed to think of something else besides the situation she was in. Harry’s face graced her mind, causing a sting in her heart and she quickly pushed aside the memory of the look on his face when he found out what she did for a living. God knows he’d be entirely disgusted if he knew what she was doing right at that moment. Another thought invaded her mind to replace the negative one. It was a fantasy of Harry fucking her up against the windowed wall in his apartment. The imaginary images kept her mind occupied up until the point that Mr. Turner shoved himself inside of her.
Ariana gasped out in pain. She hadn’t gotten into her usual role that usually was enough to get her wet enough to make the slid-in smooth. Her body was entirely unready for this, causing a searing pain to shoot through her lower extremities as he pushed and pulled himself inside her. She couldn’t help the pained whimpers that escaped her throat. When she realized they were only fueling him, she bit her lip hard enough to keep from making any noise. The faster he went the more it hurt, but the faster he went meant the faster he would be done. His ragged grunts were filling the air as tears were filling her eyes. And when it happened, when he finally busted into the condom, she felt relief flood her body. She pushed forward, getting herself away from him as she crawled up the bed and then over the side of it onto her feet.
“Where are you going so soon?” He spat at her.
“I’m getting the fuck out,” she said, grabbing her clothes, throwing her dress over her head without even replacing her bra and panties.
“What? No cuddling?” He asked sarcastically, chuckling because he thought it was so fucking funny.
“Fuck you,” she shot at him, grabbing the thousand dollars and her purse as she quickly made her way to the door. Once the door slammed behind her, she ran to the elevator. She needed to get the fuck out of there.
Ariana held herself together until she was in the shower at home cleansing away the vile, filthiness that he left her feeling. Her tears streamed out of her eyes, blending with the hot stream of the shower. After she got out, she ripped all of the sheets off of her bed, replacing them with clean, sterile ones. Her mind was spiraling out of control. She just needed some sort of comfort. Thank God Robin was spending the night at their father’s house because once Ari was wrapped up tightly in her blankets, her sobs ripped through the air, as she not only thought about what just happened, but of Harry too.
Ariana woke up in the morning to her mother screaming at her.
“Where is Robin? Where is she?” She shouted, shaking Ari awake.
“What the fuck?” Ari growled at her, pushing her hand off of her.
“Where is your sister, Ariana!?” Her mother’s shrill voice pierced her ear drums.
“For fucks sake,” Ari grumbled, sitting up in the bed.
“God damn it,” her mother exclaimed, holding her hands on her hips.
“She’s at Dad’s,” Ari spat at her.
“She… she is?” She asked calmer than before, taking a step back.
“Yeah. Funny how you didn’t notice until almost twelve hours later,” Ari scoffed, which left her speechless.
“You are worthless,” Ari scoffed, throwing the blankets off of her body.
She never talked to her mother so negatively in all of her life. They always had a great relationship when she was growing up. It was just that everything in her life was boiling over all at once. Her mother’s drug addiction, her father’s impending trial, her job… Harry. It was all shit she didn’t want to deal with.
Ariana got up out of bed, throwing a sweatshirt over her head. My mother always turned the heat to a ridiculous low at night. It was absolutely freezing. She stalked out of her room, not wanting to be in her mother’s presence any longer. Her whole lower body ached as she walked. She could feel the pain jolting through her from her night with her father’s lawyer. If she got a call that night, she didn’t know how easily she’d be able to handle it.
Ari went to the bathroom and pulled a bottle of ibuprofen out of the medicine cabinet, taking a couple before she headed to the kitchen to make some coffee.
“I’d like you to go pick up your sister,” she heard her mother’s voice as she took her first sip of the hot black liquid.
“Why don’t you?” Ariana scoffed at her.
“I-I do not want to see your father,” she said sheepishly.
“What are you? Twelve?” Ari spat at her.
“I don’t appreciate your smart mouth, young lady. I am still your mother. I still deserve some respect,” she scowled at her. Ari snickered to herself before telling her she would pick up Robin.
Ariana went into her room to get ready. She dressed in simple clothing, not caring how homely she looked. To her, it was a welcoming contrast to how she usually had to look. Right before she left the apartment, she pulled out her small lockbox, which was just a box disguised as a book on her bookshelf. She pulled out the thousand dollars from the night before and stuck it in there.
“Where did you get that kind of money?” She heard her mother’s stern voice.
Ariana turned quickly in her direction, startled by her presence. She was not about to have this conversation with her. She turned back to the lockbox, closing it before replacing it on the shelf.
“Ariana!” She snapped.
“What, Mother?” Ari growled as she stood up, throwing her purse over her shoulder.
“Where did you get that kind of money!?” She asked, her eyes fiery.
“It doesn’t matter to you when I’m paying the rent or Robin’s tuition! Why should it matter now!?” Ari yelled at her.
“What the hell could you possibly be doing to get that kind of money?” She asked as Ari slid passed her out the door of her bedroom. Ariana ignored her, stalking toward the front door.
“Ariana!” Her mother yelled after her. Ari swung around, looking her straight in the eye.
“Don’t pretend to care now,” Ariana said, enunciating every word slowly as her eyes narrowed at her. Her mother took a step back, letting her jaw drop slightly. Ari turned back toward the front door, throwing it open before slamming it shut behind her.
After picking up Robin, Ariana took her to the mall rather than going back home. She needed to get out of her head for a while. She needed a day to just relax and enjoy her life. The two girls shopped for clothing and talked about boys and ate greasy mall food. And Ari got to pretend like all her problems didn’t exist.
As they were pulling into the parking lot of their apartment sometime after dinner, Ariana received a text message on her private phone. It wasn’t very often that she received a text for a hook up. They were few and far between, but she had gotten them before. Ari cut the engine, pulling her keys out of the ignition as she opened the text message. It was short with simple directions.
Meet me at the Roosevelt Hotel. Room 340 @ 10 pm.
Ariana sighed heavily. Her body still ached from the night before and she wasn’t sure how easily it would be for her to feign pleasure with this John.
“Ari, are you okay?” She heard her sister’s tiny voice. Ari looked up at her, concern displayed across her features.
“I’m fine, baby girl,” Ari lied, smiling at her.
“Come on. Let’s get upstairs,” Ari said as she pushed open the driver side door.

Robin was reading in her bed as Ariana got ready to leave for work that night.
“Where are you going, Ari?” She asked.
“I’ve… uh, something came up. Someone needed me to come in to work,” Ari told her. Technically it wasn’t a lie, right?
“I’ll never understand what you do,” she said, shaking her head, always confused by Ari’s cryptic explanations of her job.
“Don’t try to. It’s complicated,” Ari told her, getting up to give her a hug.
“I’ll see you in the morning, kid,” she told Robin.
“Ari…” Robin said as Ari crossed the room toward the door.
“Yeah?” She said, turning to look at her.
“Be careful,” Robin told her. Ari’s heart squeezed in her chest.
“I always am,” she told her before she continued on out the door.
Ariana’s skimpy black halter dress was tighter than she remembered it being. She pulled it as far as she could down her legs as she re-dressed herself in her car. It barely covered her ass and she felt like the more she pulled it down, the more of her chest shown out the top. She wasn’t leaving much up to the imagination for this guy. She paired the dress with her knee-high black boots, just to off-set the ridiculous amount of skin she was showing.
Walking through the lobby, she actually felt like a hooker with the way people were eyeballing her. She just continued on through to the elevator and went up to the third floor, checking the text once again.
Room 340.
As Ariana stood outside the door, she tugged lightly on the hem of the skirt and then adjusted her breasts before knocking on the door. As she waited for her company for the evening to answer the door, she took in a large breath before exhaling. The door pulled open and it was like she’d never be able to breathe again.
Standing before her with his bright green eyes and wild brown hair was Harry Styles.
What was air?

Notes

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