Jerk, styles (h.s fanFiction)

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Chapter one:
I was sat on my personal dresser removing my caked up face.
"I hate this" I groan to myself, knowing no one was listening. I quickly wiped off the last bit of foundation. Then I swung my duffle bag over my shoulder and packed my things up and left my personal makeup/outfit room.
"Kels!" My manger squeals. I roll my eyes at her Stupidness as turn around to face her
"Yes Alison"
"You coming in tomorrow, right?" She says in her usual squeaky high pitch voice
"No. I told you this before. I'm watching my brother that night" I repeat to her
"No Kelsie. A man paid extra for the best dancers we have. And I'm sorry doll but that's you. All the other girls here aren't as good as you and you know it" she slightly laughs trying to turn the vibe from awkward to funny.
"To bad-"
"Your coming. End of discussion" the tall, well built up man demands from behind Allison. Who just happens to be my boss aka the club owner. Yes i did just say club.
I nod knowing I can't compete with him. He then lets his hand out and hands me a couple hundred dollars. Thousand maybe even. And that's why I put up with this crap. Just for the money.
"Thanks" I thank him "alright see you tomorrow" I wave and leave the building with Allison squealing a 'good night' behind me.

By the time I got home it was 1:59am. I huff out in exhauste . I paddled upstairs after checking the living room to see my usual drunk farther asleep on the couch.
I headed in my brothers room to see him curled up in my ball on his bed fast asleep. I smile at the 4 year old and wrap his blankets tighter around him.
It's sad that our mother walked out in us a couple years back. Leaving us with a alcoholic, abusive man.
I pushed away the thoughts and entered my room and tried the get a good Nights rest.
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"Kelsie get up!" A tiny voice pushes my arm. I groan turning to my other side and push my brother away
"Get up! Dads screaming!" Luca panics. My eyes shot open and I was already half way down the hall. I could hear Lucas small footsteps wonder behind me.
"Luca stay in your room and close your door" I order. He shakes his small head disagreeing with me. I sigh in annoyance. Younger brothers...
"NOW!" This time he jumps at my sudden outbursts and runs. I then continue my way to the drunk man.
"what's your problem?" I ask the crying man on the kitchen table
"Your mother left" he cries. Ugh. When he has to much to drink he goes crazy. Obviously, but sometimes he remembers mum left and he cries like it is the first time.
"She left three years ago. Grow up!" I Huff.
"Shut the fuck up! You know nothing!" He screams
"I know that she hated you and left us with you for another man! She doesn't love us! Get over it"
"I love her! Stupid bitch! I loved her!" He growls
"You love no one asshole" I roll my eyes "if you love any of us then mum wouldn't have left! Your son wouldn't be crying because of you at 8 in the bloody morning!"
"Get the fuck out my house you stupid ass bitch of a daughter! Get out and take the other rat with you! Get out my life and never come back!"
"Just like mum did? Sure" I sassed back. To be honest, I'm shaking in the inside. I don't know how he'd react to what I'm saying in his drunken stage. Crap he might kill me.
He wobbled up from his seat. He had pure anger written on his face. His fingers griped on the Alcohol bottle so hard his knuckles went white. He took two long steps towards my direction and in one swift move he punched the side of my Cheek.
Well that hurt like hell.
"Owwwwe!" I wince placing my fingers on my cheek.
"Pack and leave. NOW!" He roars. I nod and walk away. When i turn back he was laid on the couch with a smoke in his hands. Wow, already?
I quickly ran upstairs and got out two small suitcase. I packed my brother all the clothes he would need for a few days. And did the same for myself and made sure I packed my makeup for the club aka my job, the slutty costumes that I hate! And my phone charger.
"Luca" I softly whisper walking into his room to see him crying under the blankets.
Poor boy. Only four years old and his already having a horrible life. And I blame it all on my mother. I blame this ALL on her.
"Luca, honey" I pulled him out the blankets and he cried on my shoulder as I rub his back
"Me don't like you and dad fight" he cries
"Me too buddy, me too" I huff "do you want pancakes?" I ask and he stops crying and nods immediately
"Let's get pancakes" I smile
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Everyone gave me dirty looks at the cafe. I mean, I wouldn't blame them a 18 year old walking around with a four year old. They probably think I'm his mother and I'm a slut.
I get called a slut everyone day because of my job anyway so I'm used to it. They don't know I'm doing this just for my brother and I.
"Hi, can I please have One chocolate pancake and one banana pancake" I order.
"Yep that's forty dollars" the cashier says. I know twenty dollars is quite expensive for pancakes but I'm rich so that doesn't bother me
"Can I add two triple chocolate milkshakes" I add. He nods and changes the total
"That's fifty dollars thanks" he says. I nod handing him hundred dollar note and he gives me back my change. "Won't be long" he smiles. I smile back and take Luca to a table.
I rested our suitcases beside the table and sat down. Walking here was long and my legs hurt.
"Why you cheek blue?" Luca frowns pointing to me cheek. I clicked on my camera app on my phone and had a look. It was bruised. Majorly bruise actually
"Don't worry lukey"
"Was it dad?" He worries
"No Luca it wasn't dad" I lie. I didn't want him to know it was dad. It would terrify him!
"How then?" Stubborn child he is.
"Work. I fell down the stairs" I lie again. He thinks the times I go to the club for my job he thinks I go to an office and make articles for the newspapers. My dad thinks that too.
I have to pay my dad what ever I get from work. And I get $1,200 for one night. It's A lot I know right, but I need to it to look after my brother and pay the bills. But giving dad $1,200 a day would be bad because he'd think I work somewhere else. So I give him $80. And he uses that bloody $80 for alcohol, cigarettes and God know what. So I'm stuck with paying the bills and rent and food for us to live off. But that's no boggy for me anyway.
"You ok now kels?" My brother worries. I smile at him and nod. His the only one who gets me smiling these days.
"When do I go to school?" He asks. My eyes widen in realisation. Crap it's Sunday! I'm working tomorrow and I don't know who will pick up Luca from school till I get back!
Just in time, our food comes. I thank the waitress and look over at Luca to see he already was dug into his pancake.
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"Hello?" A older female voice answers the phone. I called trying to find a babysitter for Luca. I found one online so I gave her a call
"Hi is this Rebecca for babysitting?" I ask hopefully
"No, sorry love. But why do you need babysitting?" Oh god! Wrong number
"Oh I'm really sorry, I just need a baby sitter for my brother tomorrow" I explain
"I can help if you want? I wanted to start babysitting children soon anyway" she laughs
"Thank you so much...."I stopped talking unsure of her name
"Anne, darling"
"Thank you anne" I smile "my names kelsie. Maybe we could meet up today and I'll sort out the times if that's fine?"
"Sure, I've got nothing better to do anyway. I'll text you my address" she sounded so nice.
"Ok thank you anne, see you later"
"See you dear" she hangs up.
Bye bye Rebecca, hello anne!