Once at the Skii Resort, my mind wandered into deeper depths. I often hated thinking about my past and the promises of what I would and would not become. Honestly, I disappointed myself because if you were to tell me three years ago that I would become a prostitute, I would think you were insane and would have hit you square on the face because it was a big insult.
"Harry?" I heard Louis ask as he shook my arm a few times to catch my attention.
During this time of the year, the place was pretty much deserted which was exactly how I wanted it to be since the mere thought of a crowd of people close to me really annoyed me for some reason. It's just, I wanted to get away from everything and the presence of irrelevant people who'd look at me with judgmental stares isn't how I wanted to spend my time especially in a place we wouldn't be able to afford again.
"Yeah?" I asked meeting Louis' gaze. He smiled handing me a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows on top and as I took it, I couldn't help but smile as I mutter a 'thanks' before blowing on the sweet treat.
"So we practically have the whole place to ourselves, what would you guys like to do?" Zayn asked as he wrapped an arm around Louis who blushed but pretended that it wasn't that big of a deal.
We were at the lounge, sitting on big comfy couches with our feet up on the coffee table in front of the big warm fireplace. It wasn't as cold as winter was but there was still snow and the place was chilly enough to give you the impression that it could have been December if for some reason you've live in a cave for a year and have no idea what month it is. Anyway, this was nice, peaceful and no trace of distress of problems... I liked it.
"Well we could go skiing?" I suggested. We were at a 'Skii Resort' so it's obviously what people drive up here for.
"It's the middle of the night Harold," Louis huffed as he shook his head at me disapprovingly but kept the smile on his face.
"Hot tub?" Zayn suggested but Louis nudged his head again.
"How about we do that later tonight, in the meantime, let's grab drinks and look for the karaoke place around here yeah?" Louis said with a huge grin on his face. Zayn and I looked at each other with amused expressions before turning to Louis not really against the idea since... that's how we all met.
It was like any other night, I was waiting table tonight like I usually did during fridays. It got annoying sometimes since the people who came here were rude and uneducated assholes who had money pouring out of their pockets. Sometimes, I would choose to wait tables down by the bar where the middle classed people stayed but I was under strict instruction not to do so because high class people seemed to have grown a liking to my appearance.
"Hey beautiful," A man muttered behind me as I felt him smack my bum causing me to gasp. I was about to say something but I bit my tongue and allowed him to pass knowing that cussing on a rich client would get me fired.
I walked over to the bar waiting for the various orders people asked for and while I waited, I looked around the room. The lights were dimmed and the music was loud to accomodate the many clients who loved to party every night. It was a pretty sight but it often got ugly to the point I wanted to quit this place but of course I couldn't since I had no money and this was the only place I could call home... Well you couldn't really call this place a home but this was all I had.
"Hey curly don't drop 'em drinks, they're for the boys at the back," The bartender said as he pointed to a table at the far end of the room. I couldn't make out who was seated there but as I walked over to serve their drinks, I saw a pair of young men with smiles on their faces.
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Oxford Street (Lirry)Fanfiction
Life isn't easy, it never was for Harry but will Liam, a CEO of a very successful advertising company fix that? Warnings: Cussing/Smut/Prostitution/Future (possible) alcohol and drug abuse