One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: You're embarrassed of your job

Louis: "I can help the next customer," you called out, waving your hand in the air. A few days ago, your friend had helped you land a job at La Scala Designer Jewelry in London after you told her how much you were struggling financially. Sure, you had Louis Tomlinson as your boyfriend, and your family always offered their support, but you wanted to make a living on your own. You wanted to take the Rachel Green path instead of living off the wealth of your boyfriend and family. It wasn't the ideal job, but it was quite fun at times, and your coworkers were very kind. Not to mention that the jewelry was beautiful.

"Hello, love!" a middle-aged woman greeted you, placing a pair of earrings and a shiny necklace on the counter.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. Find everything okay?" you asked as you rang up her products.

"Yes. A young lad named James was very helpful today."

"I'll be sure to let my manager know, thank you," you said, nodding at her. You told her the total, and she paid before leaving the store, waving at you. "I can help whoever is next in line."

You faced the register, getting ready for the next customer as you felt a box hit your elbow. You glanced down, realizing that the customer had placed a necklace box on the counter, and it had accidently hit you.

"Hello. Did you find everything-," you started to say as you reached for the jewelry. A hand grabbed your wrist, startling you.

"Y/N?" the customer interrupted you, and you glanced up, your eyes meeting a confused Louis's.

"Louis? What are you doing here?" you asked, your jaw a little slack.

"Not buying you a present," he scoffed. "What are you doing here though? Since when do you work here?"

"Since Tuesday," you muttered, bringing your bottom lip in between your teeth.

"Why?"

"Because you were busy, and I was lonely. And I was struggling a bit and decided I needed the extra money. So Y/BFF/N helped get me a job here."

"But why didn't you tell me?" he asked, his eyebrows scrunching together.

"I don't know. It was embarrassing, I guess. I didn't really know how you were gonna react. I didn't even know if I would get the job, and if I did, then how long I was actually gonna stay here," you sighed. "Can I see the necklace?" you changed the subject.

"No!" Louis protested, placing his hand over mine. "You can see it tonight when I give it to you on our impromptu date. I'm making your favorite dinner."

You smiled softly, ringing up the necklace. "You're so sweet, Louis. You owe 71 pounds," you said, laughing lightly when Louis jumped, reaching into his wallet to retrieve his credit card.

"I'll see you tonight, love," he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek. "By the way, you shouldn't be embarrassed to work here. I find it incredible that you wanna work for yourself and take control of your life."

"Thanks, Louis," you said quietly, and he offered you a soft smile as he pocketed the necklace and left the store with a wink.

Niall: "Y/N, time to switch," your coworker said, holding out her hand for the hostess pen. You sighed, and she laughed a little as you swapped positions with her. Since the two of you constantly complained about having to waitress to mostly men in your "uniforms," you both had worked out a deal where half the day one of you would waitress and the other would act as hostess, and then you would switch jobs for the other half of the day.

She took her place behind the hostess stand, taking over the job you had started of organizing the menus.

Waitressing was never the job you had in mind for yourself, least of all at Hooters restaurant. But you needed the money to help pay off school, and if the salary didn't cover it, then the tips sure did. Your boyfriend, Niall, had never found out about your job seeing as he was always busy with his own work. But he did know that you went out every day for long periods of time, and when he confronted you about it, you told him you were doing something for school, which, technically speaking, you were.