Get the Fuck Out - (Zayn Malik Fan-Fic)

Chapter 1- Dreams

As I slowly slipped of my lingerie, I could hear the crowd get louder by the second. For the first time ever I would be completely naked. It scared me to think how little respect I have for myself but whats life without risking the worst? Only a few centimeters and

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

UGHHHHH I mentally groaned. Yet another night spent dreaming about my oh so wonderful life. Yes, incase a few of you have missed I am a stripper/ pole dancer. I don't do it because I'm a whore or a slut. I do it simply because nobody can tell me to do otherwise.

I geuss I should tell you the basics about me. My name is Elisa Malik. I find nothing unusual about my name other the coincidence that a boy in a band called Two Direction's I think has the same last name as me. A lot of people question my religion aswell. I've been athiest ever since I can remember. That suprises many people and they ask why I don't change my name. I geuss it's because it's all I have that represents me. I have no family and have been raised in multiple homes. Being a foster child was never fun so when I was 12 I decider to run away. I am currently 17 years old. Yes I'm young for my job but nobody knows my real age so It's ok.

Living alone also has it's perks. You worry only about yourself and become accustomed to indipendence. That way you never feel guilt towards anything. I've never asked for anything more than what i Ilready have. So why does the unexpected have to happen to me of all people?

Since my stupid alarm clock decided to wake me up from my not so pleasant dream I decided to go and shower so I would be less cranky. I stepped out of the warm water and put on my "work clothes". Another reason why living alone is awsome? You get to act like a fucking retard and no one can tell you not to. I put on Heart Attack by Demi Lovato. I scram-sang while I made a nutella and strawberry sandwich for breakfast. While eating I thought I might aswell pull a few of my sexy dance moves. They consisted of shaking the ass repeatedly while ducking your head and LOTS of squats. I was halfway done with my sandwich when Love Me by Justin Bieber came on. I raised the volume to max and I started to practice balancing on one hand using my kitchen counter while eating breakfast AND scream-singing. What can I say. I'm a fucking multi-tasker. I woud've kept going at it but I soon realised that my door and windows were all open. Did I mention I live next to the star quarter back Greg? Since it was Friday and school was out I'm geussing Greg and his friends wanted to hang out. Just my luck.

All the older kids were staring at me while I stared back, my eyes wide. I decided to act like nothing happened so I started to make my way slowly and carefully towards the door. They didn't move a muscle and suddenly I got a boost of confidence. Sadly that was crushed in less than a second when Greg raised an eyebrow. I stopped for a split second then broke into a sprint for the remainder space between me and the door. I then quickly shut all the windows. I silently cursed at those bullies when I heard them laughing outside. I'm just glad the girls didn't look like bitches.

I was busy drooling over one of Greg's friend Derek that I didnt notice the time. "FUCK!" I exclaimed. I was late for work. Great. I was being sarcastic there just... laying that out there. As I rushed out of the house I realized my life wasn't half as bad as most people would expect. Now I just have to dance till my ass is so sore it hurts to walk. Yay!

I was being sarcastic again if someone di----