I pushed Harry away from me and jumped off the couch as he still sat.

"What the fuck Harry! I'm not a fucking stripper!" I spat at him. Did he really think I was that type of dancer. I quickly got up from the couch chuckling.. He walked over to me but I quickly slapped his cheek, hard.

"I'm not a fuck stripper you dick!" I yell at him as his hand flew to his now red and whelpy cheek.

"See I knew all this shit was too good to be true! You coming over being all nice and shit to me! Trying to butter me up so I co-" He forcefully put his hand over my mouth while his over hand, pulled my body toward his.

"If you just shut the fuck up, I could explain to you what I meant." He said in a very annoyed tone. I stopped talking as he slowly removed his hand from my mouth.

"Now, what I meant was that you could dance for me. Do anything you want and I will pay you. It's not meant to be sexual or anything it's just you dancing, for me only and you get paid for dancing." Not a bad idea...

"But you know.. If you wanna strip, by all means do it. I'm not gonna stop you." He said surrendering his hands with a smirk on his face. I brought my hand up in attempt to slap his cheek roughly once more, but I immediately dodge it and held both of my hands forcefully in his.

"Let me go." I whined sternly. He brought his lips to my ear.

"Now Camilla, be a good girl." He said seductively. He moved back and looked into my eyes as I continued to squirm in his grip.

"Let me go!" I yelled.

"Only if you promise not to hit me."

"I won't hit you."

"Promise."

"I won't hit you!"

"Promise!"

"I fucking promise." I spat him annoyed. I rolled my eyes as he chuckled, letting my hands go back to my side. Quickly, I swung my hand up in attempt to hit him again but he blocked it... Again.

"Uh uh. What did I tell you Camilla.." He said as he walked away to the front door.

"Fuck off Harry." I replied.

"Nice to know but my when you really think about it, my offers not that bad." He said with a smirk on his face. I stood their with a hand on my hip while my other hand stuck my middle finger up at him.

"Just tell me when and where." When I turn my head to respond, the front door slammed shut leaving me in the apartment alone with so much shit running through my head.

~ About Two Weeks Later

OUTFIT

I walked into the apartment with my hand full of coffees. I just came back from Starbucks for Perrie, Zayn and I. As I walked into the living room, I noticed Perrie And Zayn and cuddled up on the couch with each other.

"Here y'all coffee." I said laying it on the coffee table. I picked up my coffee from the tray and walked into the kitchen where the house phone is.

"Has anyone ca-"

"No Camilla. No one has called." Perrie said, cutting me off. I auditioned for this club a few days ago. It's not stripping dancing, it's just dancing. And they said they were going to call me today around 12 and 8 if I got the job..

So right now it's 2:47 and I've been bugging Perrie to answer the phone every time it rings. But I'm not giving up on this one. I'm determined to get this.

"And Camilla, the rents due next Wednesday!" Perrie yelled to me from the living room. I picked the phone up and checks the missed calls.. And there was none.

"I know Perrie. I'll pay it as soon as I get this job!" I replied. I sighed deeply and sat down at the kitchen table, just staring at the phone.

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My eyes got weary as I laid my head on the kitchen table just staring at the phone. They haven't called yet but I still have hope. My ears listened as I heard the television cut off.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Perrie appear in the doorway laying her head on the wall.

"Camillaaaa.." She drifted off in a soft voice.

"Mhmmm?"

"It's 9:26 babe. Let's go upstairs."

"No, their gonna call."

"No Cam. Their not."

"Yes they are! They're just running late."

"Cam...."

"Perrie....."

"Then just come upstairs when your ready." And she walked away leaving me by myself. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I sat my body up.

I knew they weren't going to call but I just don't want to believe it. Not anymore. I wiped the tears away as I opened my phone and went to my calls. I held the phone to my ear as I listened to it ring.

Harry: Helloo?
Me: Harry?
Harry: Camilla? Your really calling me? Why?



Me: Is that job offer still open?

Notes

~Maya

hey guys! Owed y'all another chapter. okay so I need y'all help.. Should I post the first chapter of Us tonight? Or should I post it around next week where I can give y'all two updates instead of one? Your decision.

Hope you liked this chapter though. So is Camilla going to become Harry's Private Dancer?

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