Trouble. (A One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter 1.

C H A P T E R 1.)

N I C O L E ' S. P O V -

I pulled on my stiletto heel with a slick tight black dress. I stared at myself in the cheap motel mirror. I applied mascara and dark eyeliner. Leaning back I took a final look at myself. Pleased with what I saw, I grabbed my purse and key to the room and exited the room.

I got into my car. Tonight was going to be my night. I was meeting with my pimp at Chrystal, a club in London. It's not just any club. It's the most famous nightclub in London. I needed to look hot, so he won't be ashamed. That's the last thing I wanted.

The sound of music blasted through my car as I turned up the volume of my radio. Traffic was good for today, I got to the club at about 10:57 PM. That gave me 33 minutes to get a drink and maybe get a dance in with someone.

The club reeked of smoke, sweat, and alcohol. All male eyes were on me. With my chest out, I made my way to a bar. Walking past a group of guys I heard whistles and hoots. Some guy even grabbed my ass. I rolled my eyes and continued. I get this everywhere I go. I'm used to it.

"How may I help a pretty lady like you?" the bartender said with his eyes glued to my chest. Pervert. I'm eighteen and he is thirty.

"'Scuse me? Eye up here, mister." I spoke flirtatiously, moving his chin up so he looked into my eyes. I half smiled, giving a little laugh as his facial expression was so shocked. "I would like something strong. But not too strong, I have to meet someone later." I added a little wink. He stood in shock once more before moving his feet to get my drink.

I stared at my nails examining them when he suddenly spoke, "So what's your name?" he had a thick Irish accent that I guess I didn't notice before.

"Nicole." I was uninterested. I wanted him to get my drink so I can get on the floor before he came.

"Thats a nice name, I'm Riley. I'm from Ireland. I moved here to see if I had a chance in becoming an actor, but as you can see... So far, no good." Riley added a slight chuckle to that.

"You'll get there someday. I promise." I said looking in his eyes. I gave a small smile when I realized he was staring at my boobs again. "Mhm." I cleared my throat.

"Oh sorry, uhm... Heres your drink." I grabbed the drink and started to walk away. "Nicole?"

I turned around to the Irish accent again. "Yes?"

"See you around."

"See you."

I downed the drink. Checking the clock, 11:17 I had about 13 more minutes until the meeting with my pimp. I sat down and grabbed my iPhone. Sitting on the barstool, a man with pale blue eyes approached me. He was drunk. Utterly, completely drunk.

Not my taste.

"Hey sexy.." the man slurred, putting his hands on my legs as if I was a balancing tool.

"Yeah, no." I got up and walked away. Not before he gripped my arms and pulled me to his chest. Ouch.

"Stay. Here." he whispered in my ear, tightening his grip.

"Like I said, no." ripping my arm away and quickly walking away. I spotted him.

Steve Frazier.

Otherwise known as my pimp.

I had 6 minutes left and I decided to re-do my makeup. In the bathroom I fixed my hair and added some more smokey eyeshadow. Taking one last look I left the bathroom. When I returned I was met by a pair of beautiful brown eyes from across the room. Our eyes met, and as cliché as it sounds, I felt a spark. He smiled at me, and i got a pit in my stomach. I won't give him false hope. I'm independent for a reason. I care to much for others than to have them dragged into my crazy life. I left his gaze and onto a new one's. Steve's.

Steve scared me. I knew that if he really wanted to, he would hurt me. He smiled sickly. He's gaze left mine and left to my body. I was practically naked. The only clothing I had on went from a little under mid thigh and barely covered my chest. His eyes burned holes in me and I wanted him to stop, but If he was going to give me what I need... He can look all he wants.

"Hello Nicolia." Steve whispered in my ear with his Italian accent.

"It's Nicole." I said. "Now let's get this conference over with." I put my hand on his chest, pushing him away.

"Nicole, Nicole, Nicole. Sometimes I wonder how you are my top seller.."

"Well, I'm good to the people." I said with a wink. To be honest, I hated my job.

"That you do. I need my money."

"You know what I need. On the table." He placed a little bag on the table as I got the money out of my purse. He grabbed it and began counting.

"Only £2.800? I am disappointed with you, Nicolia."

"sorry?" i began getting nervous. What is he going to do?

He slammed his fist on the table glaring at me. "Sorry? You say your sorry?! I pay for your motel room, I pay for your car, and I give you everything you need. All you say is sorry?!" He shouted.

"Steve you are causing a scene." I spoke softly.

"You disappointed me Nicolia." He gripped my arm squeezing it tightly. I winced in pain. He slapped me, for reasons I don't know, and got up and left.

I leaned back in my seat, waiting for everything to calm down in my head. I grabbed the bag and looked in it. It was what I wanted, and looks like I am really going to need it tonight. I put my hands between my head, rubbing my temple.

"Excuse me?" A Mysterious voice spoke. I have never heard it before. I looked up and saw who it was. Mr. Brown eyes.

"I'm sorry now is not the time." I gathered my thing and began rushing to put things in my purse. My hand was grabbed lightly. I jumped, not used to being handled to gently. I took a deep breath and slowly look up at him.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Yes. I am fine, now if I can being go-" I got cut off.

"I'm Liam." he said with a smile. He was gorgeous. Absolutely, undeniably gorgeous. I stared admiring his deep brown eyes and beautiful facial features. "and you are?"

"Nicole..." I paused for a second and gathered my thoughts. "Nicole Lynn."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." Liam said starring into my eyes.

"Well Liam, I must go." I faked smiled and gave him a hug. "Thank you. Maybe I'll see you again someday."

"I sure hope so." He said so softly I could barely hear. He walked me out to my car and opened the door for me.

"Its okay. I can do it on my own." I can't drag him into me life. I need to make him seem uninterested.

I drove back to my motel room and took out the key. It was about midnight. I grabbed the bag and got out my pipe. I slipped the White substance into it and smoked softly. I let it take me away. I closed my eyes afterwards and drifted to a sweet slumber, with him on my mind. Liam. The one with the beautiful eyes.

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