Trouble (One Direction)
1: Trouble
(Taylor)
"Hey, trouble! Good job tonight, really got big!" I heard one of my gang members yelled over to me.
I smirk. "That what I do, good night!" I yelled back to them, then walk out the door of the warehouse.
I walk down the street, taking the gun from my jacket pocket and putting it in my purse. See, I'm Trouble. I'm eighteen years old, and I'm in the most dangerous gang there ever is. My job is simple, get the money by any mean necessary. Meaning, I can knock you out or shoot you to get your money. We also sells drugs and anything else illegal unless the police catch us. We almost got caught by the police three times, but we always run before they can catch anyone. Anyway, I'm on my way to my second job, which is a bar tender at a local club. I work there from 10-5, and make good ass money there.
I enter the club and walk down the steps, walking toward the bar area. My boss was already there, cleaning everything before they open tonight. He looks up, when I lean on the bar.
"Hey, Taylor." Says Ryan, who is the owner of the club.
"Hey, Ryan. Ready for tonight?" I ask him, as I take off my jacket and purse.
"Yep, it's going to be pack tonight." Ryan says, a sparkle is in his eyes.
If it one thing you can know about Ryan, He's love making money.
"I'm going to get help tonight, right?" I ask Ryan, while pulling out the alcohol.
"Yes. David and Amy are coming tonight." Ryan replied back, while exiting the bar and walking into his office.
"Hey, Taylor!" I turn around to see one of the girls who works here. I think her name is Rebecca.
"Hey, Rebecca. Cute outfit." I said to her, while looking at her clothes. I feel bad that she a stripper and a sex client.
"Thanks' Taylor. I can't wait for tonight, through." Rebecca answer back, giving me a smiled.
I smiled back. "So your hoping for good money?" I ask her, to which she nod her head.
"Hopefully. What about you?" She ask back, eyeing the drink's I'm making.
"Same." I agree with Rebecca.
I was about to say something else, when another stripper called Rebecca over. She wave goodbye to me, and walk over to the girl. The girl look like she like's working here. She have a big smiled on her face and was wearing a dress shorter then a river.
I rolled my eyes, turning back toward's the drinks, plugging in the machines and pulling out the menu's. I put the menu's on the bar and flip the stools face up so they be ready. I look at my watch and see it was 10 minutes until the bar open.
I went to the bathroom and freshen up, then walk back out to see the light's dimming and the music already blasting from the stereo. I walk to the bar and see David and Amy have shown up. We said hello and then we got right to work, as people started to pour in the club.
I yawn, it been four hours when the club open. Everyone was having a blast, grinding on the dance floor and kissing/having sex in the rooms we have in the back. I was making a drink for a already drunk guy, when I caught a boy looking at me across the room. He have curly hair and a great smile. He was crowded with girl's trying to get him to have sex with them, put he was looking right at me. I looked away and handed the drunk guy the drink, to which he muttered a thanks' and waddle away. I turn away and started wiping the counter, when a guy sat down on the stool's. I look up and see the same guy, who was looking at me. His green eyes were shining in the neon light's.
"What you want?" I ask him, ready to make the drink.
"I have a beer plese." The boy answer, his voice husky and deep.
"OK." I said, as I bend down and grab a beer from the cooler. I give him the beer.
"Thank's." The boy said, then got up and walk deep into the dance floor.
"Who was that?" Amy ask me, as I was wiping down the counter.
"I have no idea." I answer back.
"He was checking you out, BTW." Amy told me, smiling.
"Really?" I ask back, confused written on my face.
"Yeah, when you got his beer." Amy explain to me.
"Oh." I repiled back, trying to understand.
"Oh? Really? He was checking you out and all you can say is oh?" Amy accused me, joking a gasp.
"Amy! If he was checking me out, why did he go on the dance floor?" I shot at her, to which she thought about it.
"So, you can chase after him." Amy answer back, thoughtfully.
"Exactly. And he probably fucking some girl by now." I joke to her, as people started coming up to the bar.
"What ever you saw, Taylor." Amy joke back, getting to work again.
I sign and started working again, mixing drink's and handing them out. I know that boy was just looking for someone to fuck, and it wasn't me. Just explain why I still have him on my mind.
Another two hour's pass and everyone is still partying. I hadn't see the guy since then, but a lot of people is still drinking. I smiled at the girl's who bring drunk or horny guys to the back room's. I wipe down the mixing cups, when someone clear there throat.
I turn around and see the boy from a couple of hours ago. He was smiling at me, as his green eyes search mine's. I came over to him and folded my arms over my chest.
"May I help you?" I ask the boy, who smiled again in return.
"Yes, I would like another beer please?" The boy answer.
"Sure." I replied, as I got his beer and handed it to him.
He look at me and stay sitting on the stool. I give him a look, but shrug it off, turning around to Continent cleaning the mixer's. The boy look up again.
"So, what's your name?" He ask me, as I turn around.
"I'm Taylor." I told him, giving him a look.
"I'm Harry." The boy said back.
"Well, nice to meet you Harry." I answer, as I started walking away from him.
"Wait, I'm not done!" He yelled over to me, as I stop and walk back toward him.
"Yeah?" I ask now, folding my arms again.
"What time do you come off work?" He ask me.
"Um, 5. Why?" I answer, confused.
"Can I walk you home? It isn't safe for a girl to be walking home at 5 in the morning." He answer back.
I eye him slowly, wondering why he doing this. "This isn't your way of getting some tonight right? You just want to walk me home?" I question him, still eyeing.
"Yes, that's all." He agree with me.
"OK. You can walk me home." I told him, as he smiled.
"Great. See you later, Taylor." He said to me, before getting up and walking to the dance floor again.
I just shake my head, can't believing Harry wanted to walk me home. I just shake it off and started making drink's again.
Why does this boy want to take me home? I'm no one special." I thought as I grab my jacket and purse. My shift was over and I was glad. I was super tried and wanted to go home, with or without Harry. I walk toward's the front door, avoiding the dance floor completely. I was near the door, when I heard footsteps behind me. I snap around and saw Harry climbing the steps, meeting me near the door.
"Hey! I thought you were waiting for me?" He ask, as he look at me.
"I couldn't find you." I lie back. Luckily he didn't catch it.
"Yeah, the dance floor is wild." He agree, as we walk outside.
We started walking to my apartment in complete silent I took that chance to look him over, which to admit he look mighty hot. His eyes shined in the moonlight, he was wearing a white button down shirt and blue jeans. I see he have sunglasses snap on his shirt. While I was admiring his eyes, he started talking again.
"So, why do you work at a bar?" Harry ask me, while looking at me, as we walk.
"Because...." I left off, trying to think of what to say. Luckily, a noise came from behind us, making me not answer the question at all.
"Harry!" Someone yelled behind us, drunk.
We turn around and see a dark hair boy coming near us. He was really drunk and he was holding a beer in his left hand. He meet us, and hug Harry. I giggle, as Harry blushed embarrass.
"Louis, what are you doing?" Harry ask Louis, who look up from his shoulder.
"Liam told me you were leaving, so I hurried to catch you." Louis answer, then threw up on the sidewalk.
After he was done throwing up, he lay down on the sidewalk. I felt bad, so I help Louis clean himself and help him stand up. I give Harry a easy smiled.
"Let go to my place. You guys can crash in the extra bedroom." I told them, as he shook his head.
"That be great. You won't mind?" He ask me, as he carry Louis on his shoulder.
"No, it's fine." I answer Harry, smiling.
"Thank you, Taylor." Harry said, as we started walking again.
"Your welcome." I told him, walking ahead a little to guide them.
We made it back to my apartment, and I show them the guest room. We put Louis on the bed, then I started walking to the door, but I stop when Harry spoke up.
"Taylor?" He says.
"Yeah, Harry." I answer back.
"Thanks' for letting us crash here." Harry told me.
I smile tiredly. "Your welcome, Harry. Goodnight." I said back, while going out in the hallway and shutting the door.
I walk into my room, and after shutting the door, change into some sleep clothes and jump into bed. I cover myself with the covers and close my eyes. I though nothing can go wrong, and those boys would be gone by tomorrow.
I though he wouldn't care about me, want to get to know me, but I was wrong. Because all he said was two words to change everything for me. Even get me in trouble with my drugs job.
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"Hey, trouble! Good job tonight, really got big!" I heard one of my gang members yelled over to me.
I smirk. "That what I do, good night!" I yelled back to them, then walk out the door of the warehouse.
I walk down the street, taking the gun from my jacket pocket and putting it in my purse. See, I'm Trouble. I'm eighteen years old, and I'm in the most dangerous gang there ever is. My job is simple, get the money by any mean necessary. Meaning, I can knock you out or shoot you to get your money. We also sells drugs and anything else illegal unless the police catch us. We almost got caught by the police three times, but we always run before they can catch anyone. Anyway, I'm on my way to my second job, which is a bar tender at a local club. I work there from 10-5, and make good ass money there.
I enter the club and walk down the steps, walking toward the bar area. My boss was already there, cleaning everything before they open tonight. He looks up, when I lean on the bar.
"Hey, Taylor." Says Ryan, who is the owner of the club.
"Hey, Ryan. Ready for tonight?" I ask him, as I take off my jacket and purse.
"Yep, it's going to be pack tonight." Ryan says, a sparkle is in his eyes.
If it one thing you can know about Ryan, He's love making money.
"I'm going to get help tonight, right?" I ask Ryan, while pulling out the alcohol.
"Yes. David and Amy are coming tonight." Ryan replied back, while exiting the bar and walking into his office.
"Hey, Taylor!" I turn around to see one of the girls who works here. I think her name is Rebecca.
"Hey, Rebecca. Cute outfit." I said to her, while looking at her clothes. I feel bad that she a stripper and a sex client.
"Thanks' Taylor. I can't wait for tonight, through." Rebecca answer back, giving me a smiled.
I smiled back. "So your hoping for good money?" I ask her, to which she nod her head.
"Hopefully. What about you?" She ask back, eyeing the drink's I'm making.
"Same." I agree with Rebecca.
I was about to say something else, when another stripper called Rebecca over. She wave goodbye to me, and walk over to the girl. The girl look like she like's working here. She have a big smiled on her face and was wearing a dress shorter then a river.
I rolled my eyes, turning back toward's the drinks, plugging in the machines and pulling out the menu's. I put the menu's on the bar and flip the stools face up so they be ready. I look at my watch and see it was 10 minutes until the bar open.
I went to the bathroom and freshen up, then walk back out to see the light's dimming and the music already blasting from the stereo. I walk to the bar and see David and Amy have shown up. We said hello and then we got right to work, as people started to pour in the club.
I yawn, it been four hours when the club open. Everyone was having a blast, grinding on the dance floor and kissing/having sex in the rooms we have in the back. I was making a drink for a already drunk guy, when I caught a boy looking at me across the room. He have curly hair and a great smile. He was crowded with girl's trying to get him to have sex with them, put he was looking right at me. I looked away and handed the drunk guy the drink, to which he muttered a thanks' and waddle away. I turn away and started wiping the counter, when a guy sat down on the stool's. I look up and see the same guy, who was looking at me. His green eyes were shining in the neon light's.
"What you want?" I ask him, ready to make the drink.
"I have a beer plese." The boy answer, his voice husky and deep.
"OK." I said, as I bend down and grab a beer from the cooler. I give him the beer.
"Thank's." The boy said, then got up and walk deep into the dance floor.
"Who was that?" Amy ask me, as I was wiping down the counter.
"I have no idea." I answer back.
"He was checking you out, BTW." Amy told me, smiling.
"Really?" I ask back, confused written on my face.
"Yeah, when you got his beer." Amy explain to me.
"Oh." I repiled back, trying to understand.
"Oh? Really? He was checking you out and all you can say is oh?" Amy accused me, joking a gasp.
"Amy! If he was checking me out, why did he go on the dance floor?" I shot at her, to which she thought about it.
"So, you can chase after him." Amy answer back, thoughtfully.
"Exactly. And he probably fucking some girl by now." I joke to her, as people started coming up to the bar.
"What ever you saw, Taylor." Amy joke back, getting to work again.
I sign and started working again, mixing drink's and handing them out. I know that boy was just looking for someone to fuck, and it wasn't me. Just explain why I still have him on my mind.
Another two hour's pass and everyone is still partying. I hadn't see the guy since then, but a lot of people is still drinking. I smiled at the girl's who bring drunk or horny guys to the back room's. I wipe down the mixing cups, when someone clear there throat.
I turn around and see the boy from a couple of hours ago. He was smiling at me, as his green eyes search mine's. I came over to him and folded my arms over my chest.
"May I help you?" I ask the boy, who smiled again in return.
"Yes, I would like another beer please?" The boy answer.
"Sure." I replied, as I got his beer and handed it to him.
He look at me and stay sitting on the stool. I give him a look, but shrug it off, turning around to Continent cleaning the mixer's. The boy look up again.
"So, what's your name?" He ask me, as I turn around.
"I'm Taylor." I told him, giving him a look.
"I'm Harry." The boy said back.
"Well, nice to meet you Harry." I answer, as I started walking away from him.
"Wait, I'm not done!" He yelled over to me, as I stop and walk back toward him.
"Yeah?" I ask now, folding my arms again.
"What time do you come off work?" He ask me.
"Um, 5. Why?" I answer, confused.
"Can I walk you home? It isn't safe for a girl to be walking home at 5 in the morning." He answer back.
I eye him slowly, wondering why he doing this. "This isn't your way of getting some tonight right? You just want to walk me home?" I question him, still eyeing.
"Yes, that's all." He agree with me.
"OK. You can walk me home." I told him, as he smiled.
"Great. See you later, Taylor." He said to me, before getting up and walking to the dance floor again.
I just shake my head, can't believing Harry wanted to walk me home. I just shake it off and started making drink's again.
Why does this boy want to take me home? I'm no one special." I thought as I grab my jacket and purse. My shift was over and I was glad. I was super tried and wanted to go home, with or without Harry. I walk toward's the front door, avoiding the dance floor completely. I was near the door, when I heard footsteps behind me. I snap around and saw Harry climbing the steps, meeting me near the door.
"Hey! I thought you were waiting for me?" He ask, as he look at me.
"I couldn't find you." I lie back. Luckily he didn't catch it.
"Yeah, the dance floor is wild." He agree, as we walk outside.
We started walking to my apartment in complete silent I took that chance to look him over, which to admit he look mighty hot. His eyes shined in the moonlight, he was wearing a white button down shirt and blue jeans. I see he have sunglasses snap on his shirt. While I was admiring his eyes, he started talking again.
"So, why do you work at a bar?" Harry ask me, while looking at me, as we walk.
"Because...." I left off, trying to think of what to say. Luckily, a noise came from behind us, making me not answer the question at all.
"Harry!" Someone yelled behind us, drunk.
We turn around and see a dark hair boy coming near us. He was really drunk and he was holding a beer in his left hand. He meet us, and hug Harry. I giggle, as Harry blushed embarrass.
"Louis, what are you doing?" Harry ask Louis, who look up from his shoulder.
"Liam told me you were leaving, so I hurried to catch you." Louis answer, then threw up on the sidewalk.
After he was done throwing up, he lay down on the sidewalk. I felt bad, so I help Louis clean himself and help him stand up. I give Harry a easy smiled.
"Let go to my place. You guys can crash in the extra bedroom." I told them, as he shook his head.
"That be great. You won't mind?" He ask me, as he carry Louis on his shoulder.
"No, it's fine." I answer Harry, smiling.
"Thank you, Taylor." Harry said, as we started walking again.
"Your welcome." I told him, walking ahead a little to guide them.
We made it back to my apartment, and I show them the guest room. We put Louis on the bed, then I started walking to the door, but I stop when Harry spoke up.
"Taylor?" He says.
"Yeah, Harry." I answer back.
"Thanks' for letting us crash here." Harry told me.
I smile tiredly. "Your welcome, Harry. Goodnight." I said back, while going out in the hallway and shutting the door.
I walk into my room, and after shutting the door, change into some sleep clothes and jump into bed. I cover myself with the covers and close my eyes. I though nothing can go wrong, and those boys would be gone by tomorrow.
I though he wouldn't care about me, want to get to know me, but I was wrong. Because all he said was two words to change everything for me. Even get me in trouble with my drugs job.
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