One Way Or Another (A One direction fanfiction)

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Keep in mind all of these options have mature content and are kind of dark but it's stuff I have planned out and I'm excited about them all. I welcome constructive criticism but I won't take rude comments and stuff because that's just not necessary :)  I think it's easier to write a whole book when I know I have people who care like it's really good motivation! Anyways here are the options!  )I'm going to write their introductions with a short description afterwards  because I don't want to give a lot of way but I want you to get a feel for it!

Option 1-

In my lifetime, I have learned a total of three things.

Trust scarcely, Write legibly, and never, ever skip a meal.

Trust scarcely, because it is rare that a person wants to know your secrets for any reason other than blackmail. Even your best friend saves it up for your one big falling out, where she reveals to the whole internet society the deep, dark secrets that only the two of you were meant to know.

Write Legibly, because it can get you places that you could never go to with your voice. Writing reaches a broader stretch of minds, eventually causing your "voice" to be heard by all kinds of people. Basically, you can make things happen.

And lastly, Never ever skip a meal. Why? Because, come on. Its food, you need it, so why bother not consuming it? Not to mention it's delicious.

A series of things can go wrong throughout life, causing stress and anxiety levels to skyrocket, which, in the long run negatively effects the things that people are able to stand.

Being in my Sophomore year of highschool is already making me borderline insane, and adding the fact that I live alone with my older brother doesn't help in the slightest.

We used to be a family. My mom, my dad, and my brother Dex were happy-until our parents disappeared. The police worked for over a year on their seemingly nonexistent case, and came up with absolutely nothing.

So here we are, three years later. Alone and getting by.

You would think that as my legal caretaker and elder brother, Dex would be kind to me, at least attempting to help me get through each day without too much of a hassle.

'You would think.'

He attends the same highschool that I do, being a 19 year old senior, along with having a status of 'extremely popular.'

Now normally students with popular elder siblings are cool by association, however it happens to be the exact opposite when it comes to me.

Half of the students have no idea that I exist, let alone that Dex is my brother; and the ones who do are not fond of Shiloh Hanford.

Of course I must be at least somewhat of a loser, considering the fact that I speak in third person when referring to myself.

Another thing about Dex, is that he is extremely well off when it comes to making money. He refuses to tell me how he does it, but never once have we worried about bills or food. 

I am humble though, not flaunting it. Not that I could if I wanted to. Our money is saved and invested, rather than spent on pointless vehicles or fancy clothing. Well, it's not spent on those things for me.

Dex drives a jet black Range Rover and purchases his clothing from upscale stores over the Internet.

It's quite ridiculous actually. 

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Harry is in this book (Niall is my favorite but I can only write fan-fiction about Harry I don't know why) but he shows up a chapter or two in. The story does contain Violence, drugs, sex,mild gang-like scenes, and cursing.
I'm sorry I can't really explain it but it would give too much away!

Option 2-

The night was silent, music playing quietly through the cheap speakers on the walls. The place was nearly empty, though I hadn't expected many people to be at a bar on a Tuesday night.

There was the predictable man trying to drink away the pain of the day, and the women with so little self confidence that they throw themselves at every man they see. Then, of course the wealthy womanizer who happily takes those women home.

Lastly, there is me. The bartender. The one who determines when someone has had one too many and piles them with shots and mixed drinks until they reach that point.

"Colette, can I get another shot please?" I look over at the first cliche. The man, David,  went through a nasty divorce about a year ago and has been a regular ever since.

I nod my head, pouring vodka into a small glass. Believe it or not, I don't drink. I never have and I never will. I've just never seen the point in it. Sure, it washes your problems away and turns them into a night of fun, but it all comes back the next day and it just doesn't seem worth it. Not to mention it tastes terrible.

I watch David down his drink before laying his head down on the bar counter. He slides a 50 dollar bill across the bar and I take it, stuffing the money into my apron.

It's two am now, the bar being empty with the exception of David who still sits at the counter asleep. I tap his shoulder, sending him jolting up. "I'm going to call you a cab." He nods his head, laying back down.

His ride arrives shortly, leaving me alone to finish washing the last few glasses and lock up for the night.

"We're closed." I inwardly groan, turning a whiskey bottle so that the label faces out. It makes me beyond irritated when drunk people stumble in past closing time and expect to get liquor.

"That would be a shame if we were here to drink."

I turn around, coming face to face with three men. They all stand tall, looking surprisingly awake for it being now nearly three in the morning.

I prop my elbows on the counter, leaning forward. "What are you here for then?"
Don't get me wrong I am completely and utterly nervous but showing a weak side is how you get walked over.

"Just tell us the address of your boss and we will go."
The man speaking stands closer to me than the other two. His hair is wild and I wonder how he isn't dripping with sweat from wearing a jacket in the middle of June.

"Oh I'm actually not allowed to give you that information I'm sorry." I stand up straight and place my hands in the pocket of my apron in attempt to look relaxed when in reality I am most definitely not.

He nods his head, slowly lifting a drink that I hadn't gotten around to pouring out.

"I doubt you want to drink that it's kind of gross."

The man ignores me, pulling a lighter out of his coat pocket. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Tell us your boss's address-" He ignites the flame, pouring the alcohol onto the counter.

"Or I will burn this place to the ground with you in it. And that wouldn't be fun now would it?"

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This is a book in which Harry becomes infatuated with a bartender who has no idea about the kind of person she is working for. This also contains explicit content following pretty much the same lines as the story above!