the tables have turned

**Rosanne' s pov(point of view)**
. Grrr. I am so upset an mad all at the same time. It's been 5 months since I broke up with Darek,my ex. I haven't been to a single party or went out since then. Haven't even made out with anybody!! And it is surviving me insane. One Direction spiralled down hill . They split up and went their separate ways. My favorite show got cancelled. An my mom recently died of brain cancer.
. My life is so fucked up. I can't take being alone!! My dad didn't show at meh mum's funeral. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I grabbed my laptop and searched 'sex slaves'. I clicked on the first page that popped up. Scrolling down the list , I saw someone on particular who caught my eye.
The picture of a once famous Louis Tomlinson filled my screen. Louis went mental (exageration ) after the band broke up. He was caught roaming the streets drunk,arrested for drugs,and partied way too much. the description said he didn't want pay, anything was fine by him. He just needed a partner in life. To keep him in-line,sane and loved. I called the listed number and a groggy voice answered ,even though it was 3 in the after noon.

*Louis pov**
"Hello," I answered groggy. I was recovering from my latest party ,so k was tired.
"Is this Louis Tomlinson?" The voice on the other end asked. Wtf?
"Yeh," I replied.
"Well I am looking at your listing on this sex slave sight ,and I would like to .....buy you I guess."
Fuck I forgot to take that off. I had put that listing after ny band broke up. I still needed I was always drunk,high,or arrested.
"Yeah. I'm down . Meet me at the Starbucks on 42 nd street in an hour will talk then. Bye," then I hung up.
i loomed t my watch : 3:43 pm. Okay 1 hour.
**Rosanne's pov **
. I am meeting Lou in an hour. Time to get ready.I pull on my nude push-up bra,my AC DC tee shirt and a pair of dark skinny jeans. I pull my hair up into a high pony tail and don't bother with my make up. As I pull on my black Chuck Tailors ,I check the time on my phone.4:30. Just enough time to get there. I pull into the parking lot of Starbucks and walk inside. Sitting down,I text Louis.
**Louis's pov**
Buzz Buzz. I check my text and its Rosanne sayin she's waiting for me. I hop out of the car,walk into Starbucks,and spot her immediately. She sat their wearing and AC DC tee and dark jeans upping on her mocha. I tap her shoulder and she nearly shoves the straw up her noise. I chuckled lightly and extend my hand to greet her.
"so let's discuss our arrangement."
"Oh okay. Well first do you want to?"
She looked so sexy I couldn't say no.
"yeah." I say nonchalantly.
"Well,okay. First you would have to have a curfew say midnight. No wild parties or drugs of ANY SORT. You have to be to give your whole self,try new things , and move in with me," What? My yes go wide. Move in with her??!
"And you have to give yourself whenever I want,anywhere,anytime,morning ,noon,or night." She finishes. All the rules are legit. I guess moving in is fair. I won't have pay bills or groceries or gas.
"Alright. Okay. Those rules seem legit. When do I start?"
**Rosanne's pov**
"When do I start?" Those words lingered in my head before I automatically said today.
"We'll go by your house and you can grab some stuff . Then sometime this week we will take stuff to goodwill an box up the rest,put it in storage,and move the rest in my house." He agreed and both headed to my car. I couldn't wait to test his skills. ;) We made it home and I sprinted up the stairs. I heard him mutter wtf as he walked up the stairs. I ran up the last flight of stairs and hollered room 231! I quickly tan to my room and put on my black lace push up bra and matching thong. I sprawled out on my bed and waited.

Notes

Characters will be added, maybe. I want you to imagine what she looks like. Ummm comment ,subscribe. Check out my other story. The Doctor.