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I was now 18 years old and a bit taller. Also, I cut the glasses crap. I wore contacts now. Ever since prom night and that whole Harry scene (yes I was still thinking about it) my life got way worse. I actually wanted to fall into a dark hole and die. I know what you're thinking, yeah a lot of people say that they would like to die but don't really mean it. I meant it.
After prom, Harry left to audition for X Factor and of course he did very well and ended up in that band called One Direction that millions of girls all over the world love. His life was just so amazing. Well yeah so ever since he left, Britney started bullying me and not physically, but over the internet. I didn't stop her though, I started it, or should I say Harry? Well yeah so a lot of people picked on me by like posting bad things about me on my facebook profile and stuff. Even people who didn't know me cyberbullied me. It was more emotional than you think.
That's not all though, my sister was sentenced 25 years to life in prison because she got some new boyfriend who introduced her to drugs. I mean I knew my sister was bad and all but that stupid guy influenced her enough to take drugs and I don't know why she did it. Lily was my role model and she went into a life of drugs. Now who am I supposed to look up to?
If you were about to say my parents, you're very wrong because they're dead. Yeah now you're probably wondering how, right? Well they were murdered. Remember my sister's bad boyfriend? Well yeah, apparently he was in this gang who were dealing drugs for years and this was the first time any one of them got caught. And of course they didn't blame it on my sister's boyfriend, they blamed it on her. But she was in jail, so they couldn't hurt her, so they set our house on fire. I was out to the grocery buying bread for my mother and when I got home, the gangsters were making their exit. They saw me and threatened to murder me if I told the police who set the fire.
So yeah all of that happened after Harry's departure. Now I live in an apartment in London that has a fairly reasonable rent and I work as a waitress in a pub which was also a strip club. You're probably thinking slut, whore, prostitute or stripper, but you're wrong. I'm just the waitress. My uniform was a very short red and yellow dress but not once did I ever let a guy take advantage of me. I was still a virgin and proud of it.
It was a beautiful Friday morning and I awoke late, as I had the night shifts. I spent my day lazing off and watching T.V. and it was soon 6:30 p.m. and my shift started at 7. I got up and hurried into my bathroom. I quickly showered and got into my sutty uniform, but I didn't think about it. All I cared about was the money that I needed to pay my rent.
I arrived at the pub and checked in with my boss who was usually nice, but only when he was in a good mood. Luckily, today he was happy.
"Hey boss!" I chirped.
"Allison, right on time as always, you know I gotta give you a pay raise, you're always here on time and you don't ever blow off work. I like that in you," he replied.
"Thanks," is what I simply said and got to work.
I went to get the serving tray and placed the drinks on it. They were supposed to be delivered to a table way over in the corner. On my way I got a lot of rude comments and some people, males to be more specific, even slapped my bum while I was walking. Everyone in here was so perverted. There were strippers on stage, why the hell were they watching the waitress girl?
After a long few hours, it was 10:45 p.m. and my shift ended at 12 midnight. It didn't always end midnight because some Fridays were busier and some were less crowded. Today was average. I was about to deliver another tray of drinks when my boss stopped me. I looked at him with a very confused expression.
"Let Stella deliver those instead," he ordered and I obeyed.
Stella was a tall blonde waitress who was actually very nice to me. She was only a few years older than I was and had similar problems. Her mother was an alcoholic and her father was abusive. She was probably the only other person who I worked with that truly understood how I felt most of the time. Stella was almost like my best friend. Though I considered no one as my best friend. Melanie and I were still in touch, but not as close.
"Erm, do you mind me asking why sir?"
"Just come with me."
"Have you ever considered stripping?"
"What?! No!"
"What about just for one night?"
"No! Why are you asking me this? And for whom?"
"Some guy saw you waiting tables and requested that you strip for him."
"And?"
"And he offered to pay a lot of money so I told him that you'll be rady in ten minutes."
"I will not strip!"
"Come on Allison. Don't you want to know how much he's paying?"
"Fine, how much?"
"Five hundred thousand pounds."
"But that money isn't even for me."
"I'll give you 30%"
"No."
"50%"
I thought about it for a while. Two hundred and fifty thousand pounds was a lot of money. I might have actually considered doing it. The question was, who would pay that much just to see me strip?
"No sex?" I finally asked.
"No, just strip."
"I'll do it."
"Great! Now Allison, you have to wear a costume so Valerie here will help you choose one," with that he left me alone with some other stripper.
Valerie chose a slutty police officer's costume for me and did my make up. When she was done, I couldn't believe my eyes. I looked so...so...different. I walked out of the dressing room so my boss could give me orders on what to do.
"Wow Allison, you look hot."
"Thanks."
"Now you'll be stripping for the guy in booth 3 in the V.I.P. section."
"Ok."
I walked over to the V.I.P. section. No wonder the guy was paying so much. I walked until I reached booth 3. Before entering though, I took some deep breaths. Valerie even gave me tips so I was prepared for this. Just remember, no sex.
I pulled open the curtains, stepping in and closing them back. There was a pole of course and I took my place. I had to dance to the stinking music that they were playing for me. I could've at least gotten to choose my own song.
I danced slowly and glanced every now and then at the guy. He looked strangely familiar but I just couldn't figure out where from. He smirked at me every now and then but I didn't react. I began to unbutton my shirt and the guy payed more attention. I flung it off onto the floor. I then slowly slid off the shorts that I was wearing. I was wearing a black laced bra and underwear. While dancing, I went closer to the attractive stranger. His eyes and smile grew bigger and his large hands touched my bare stomach. I shivered inside as no one had ever touched me like that before.
After stripping for him I immediately left, no questions asked. I ran into the room where my waitress clothes were. My boss walked in and congratulated me. Awkward. I changed back into my waitress outfit and started back serving tables as my shift was not over yet.
While serving drinks, I bumped into a tall husky dude and I almost dropped the tray but he held it. I looked up to thank him and when I did I realised that he was the guy I stripped for. I looked down from the minute I saw him. His hand tilted my chin upwards to face him though, but I avoided direct eye contact.
"I never got your name sweetheart," he said in a very soothing voice which almost made me melt inside.
"Allison," I replied shyly.
"I would really like to get to know you better."
I looked at him with a face full of many different expressions.
"I don't think that you would ever want to spend time with a girl like me," I finally said.
"I know you're not a stripper."
"How can you tell?"
"Because of the way you left so quickly, a lot of other ladies would have wanted to get in my pants but you left."
'Oh that's because I only did this for the money."
"Well you did it really good for a first timer but I want you to know that I'm not the kind of person you think I am."
"What's that mean?"
"You think I come here often, but it's really a very rare thing. Only sometimes."
"Oh ok."
"So can I have your phone number?"
Well I got nothing to lose.
"Ok," and we exchanged numbers.
"I look forward to seeing you later," he said smirking before walking away.
"Wait!," I called after him and he turned around.
"What's your name?"
"Zayn Malik," my eyes widened and I looked down at my phone to see that I had just gotten Zayn Malik's phone number.