Entity (A Niall Horan Fan-fiction)

**NOTE: So I did have a previous fanfic on my IG ( 0ne_d1rect10n_ ) called “If I Could Turn Back Time” and every time I posted a part I lost at least like 3 followers, and I got bored so I’m doing this one!! Go easy on me I have pretty poor vocabulary but I will try my best! I hope you enjoy this fanfic and don’t forget to Vote or Comment :P ** 

      I swallowed the dregs of my water before returning to the stage. I returned back in my position, parallel to the red-head next to me. I glanced at the bartenders wiping counters and putting down chairs. I couldn’t seem to keep my mind on anything lately, even my routines.    

     “Run it again!” Julianne yelled from the floor, snapping her fingers in an instant.     

     The music surrounded the room, making me snap back into focus. Step by step, I swiveled my hips to the beat. I took the red-heads hand and dropped into the splits. I wasn’t a prostitute nor a pole dancer, I was an exotic dancer who practically lived a double life.     

     “Good now if you do that during the show then we won’t have a damn problem like last time, will we?” Julianne said strutting down the aisle back into her office.

     I took this opportunity to go outside and actually let my mind wonder, wherever it wanted to go. I grabbed my towel and wiped the beads of sweat off of my forehead. I walked upstairs, hearing my heels clink against the metal. I pushed open the door, letting the wind hit my face, instantly feeling a cool sensation. I leaned against the rail, waiting for customers to show, mostly men of course. Finally a tall dark haired man arrived. He looked up and caught me gaze, then smiled and shifted his eyes back downward. Customers arriving always was an alarm for me to get back inside and start getting ready. I swerved on my heel and went back inside. I headed up, yet again, another case of metal stairs to the changing room. I popped my head up to see what everyone was doing. Dozens of girls struggled to get in their outfits while others got distraught, due to their mane of hair going disarray. I sighed and continued ascending the staircase.    

       “Jade, do you have any eye liner I could use?” A blonde girl asked me.   

       “Uhh, no I only wear mascara sorry.” I say pushing past her and making my way to my own vanity. I never really associated with many of the girls, only JoJo, who was gone today for some odd reason. JoJo was the only person I associated with in general, next to my family of course.     

     “5 minutes girls!” John, the stylist, yells. I struggle to put on foundation and mascara to make myself look presentable. I quickly put on my skin tight outfit and make my way down the stairs. I regroup with the others behind the curtain. I take these last minutes to push out those memories from 7 years ago, and to focus on what I am now, still nothing. I strike my pose when the curtain begins to lift. When the curtain reaches the top, the music begins and I start the same dance routine I’ve been trying to get perfect since last week.   

       ‘So far, so good.’ I think to myself over and over. I mentally lift my chin up to look at the crowd. I see the same customers I always do, every night. The man to my left, front row. Always licks his lips seductively when I look at him. The skinny man with the glasses in the back always tries to hit on the waitress, but always fails. I then land my eyes on a pair of crystal blue ones sitting in the exact middle. I instantly take my eyes off, feeling annoyed and somewhat confused. I try to resist him but I land on his eyes again, like he never took his eyes off me. He smiles while watching me and l roll my eyes in return. I finish the set in grabbing the red heads hand and dropping into the splits. I smile at the audiences’ reaction to my move and once again land my eyes on the boy, who was also hitting on the waiter. The girl pulls my body up to a standing position and leads me to the back of the stage. I head upstairs abruptly and push the door open, revealing the cool air. I walk out and sigh heavily, thanking the lord that my job was done. As I was letting my mind wander off, someone joins me outside. I turn around to see the waiter, looking a little angry.   

       “Here,” she hands me a drink with a cherry embedded at the bottom. “Some guy bought this for you.” She explains than stomps inside. I notice there is a small note attached to the bottom of the glass. I painstakingly lift the glass up and rip the note off.   

       ‘Nice moves Princess, hopefully you can show me them sometime. Meet me at my table, you know where I am ;) –Niall’    

     I crumple the note up and throw it off the balcony along with the liquid. I stomp into the club and make may way to the familiar boy in the middle of the room. He slowly lifts his head and meets my eyes.   

       “Take a seat, please.” He says setting down his drink.    

     “How about I don’t. What gives you the right to give me that shit of a drink and a note that was really repulsing!” I say, breath becoming uneven.    

     “It was just alcohol sweetheart,” Niall said standing up, making us inches apart. He leans in by my ear and whispers, “and that note wasn’t repulsing, it was reality. How about I take you to my place and you can teach me a couple moves, eh?” He says.  

        I scoff in disgust. “No.” I say turning on my heel and walking the other way. I feel his hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back.    

     “Listen sweetheart, you’re mine now. So I suggest you listen to me.” As I’m about to reject the man that usually sits on the left taps me on the shoulder. “Excuse me? I don’t mean to interrupt but can you show me where the bathroom is?” The man asks. I look at Niall and his face tenses, as well as his hand. I break my hand from his strong grip and regain my balance.   

       “No problem we were just ending the conversation.” I say looking at Niall. I escort the man down the corridor and into a little bar area that is abandoned. “Okay here it is.” I say and turn around. I collide with his body and he starts unbuttoning my outfit. “Get the fuck off of me!” I yell. He practically slobbers all down my neck and starts to touch me in places I don’t want an old man to touch.    

     “Shut up.” The man simply says. I try to push him off of me, but his strength outweighs it.      “Help, help!” I scream. How can nobody hear me? Before I know it his fist collides with my face. I don’t even try anymore, knowing it could only get worse. As he’s about to unclothe me fully, someone grabs me off of him. I couldn’t make the figure out it was so dark, but I could already tell it was Niall. As I’m watching, I see Niall start to punch him and beat him senseless. I snap out of my state and get up to pull Niall off of him. “Are you crazy you could have killed him!” I yell to Niall.    

     “What was I supposed to do let him rape you?” Niall says, increasing his breathing. I ignore him and walk out the door. I head upstairs and collect my things, noticing that everyone has left. As I’m descending downstairs, I see Niall leaning against the railing.  

        “Ready?” Niall says.    

      “As in to go home by myself with a certain boy not accompanying me? Then yes.” I say and push past him. As I’m inches away from the door, Niall takes my waist and gently pushes me up against the wall, brushing his lips against my neck.   

       “I know you’re not into me right now, but you will be. I always get what I want babe, always.” He says kissing my neck then exiting the door, leaving me speechless.