Their Dirty Dancer *Editing*

Three

; Nikki

As soon as I knocked on the door and started playing with brown curls. Then all of a sudden the door opens and I see a mop of curls and piercing green eyes. I tilt my head side trying to remember his name. You could say that I wasn't a fan of One Director cause honestly what stripper really listens to boy groups. But this head of curls, looks like the description of one of the members, that Zayn talks about.

"Hi there Mrs." he smirks and me and grabs my hand then kisses it looking me in the eye. Still holding my hand he leads me up to with the other lads. When I get there I look around for Zayn but no lucky till someone grabs me into their lap. Since I'm only 5'3 they tower over me and then I hear Zayn whisper

"Hey,babe glad you made" sending chills down my back. I only shyly nod back, still uneasy about this whole situation. "Do you know any of the members.", Zayj whispers into my ear as the other members just stare at me. I slowly shake my head, feeling embarrassed.

Zayn chuckles underneath me, " So that's Liam, Harry, Niall, and the oldest Louis", the points them out.
After getting familiar wit their faces, I get up and look at the boys.

"Ok, let's go one at time but who wants to go first" I say looking around the room. They all raised their hands and I can't help my mentally laugh cause boys will be boys. But my eyes are stuck on Niall for some reason. His brown roots behind his beached hair and his ocean blue eyes with his slightly tan skin.

"I'm going to have Niall first. So let's go into the room." Niall's eyes widen and he starts to blush while I smirk at the other boys, who all look disappointed.

I grab his hands and he leads me into a room at the end of hall. Inside of the room, there is a bed and a pole, which was impressive at how fast Zayn prepared this room.