One Direction Preferences Part 2

You're a pole dancer

You're a pole dancer

Liam: You & Liam had met at a club, of all places. Usually the people you met at clubs were rude guys, but Liam was different. You spent the whole night dancing with him and when you went back to his apartment you just cuddled. He was really sweet. Ever since then you had been dating for a couple of weeks but you never told him about your job. You were a pole dancer. The reason you were always at the club, because there was a room in the back for pole dancing and strip teases. You were afraid to tell him because you thought he would leave you, so you decided to just keep it a secret. One night you had to work late so you texted him, "Sorry Hun, I have to work late! ". You hated your job, but you had to get money somehow. When you walked out to see who you would be dancing for, your mouth dropped open when you saw a drunk Andy sitting there. "Oh my gosh... I can't do this... that's Liam's best friend," you thought. You tried to sneak out the back door but your boss caught you, "(Y/n), I don't know what you're up to, but unless you want to be fired, you better go out there and do what you're supposed to." You sighed and went out to work the pole. "He's probably so drunk he doesn't even know what he's doing here... let alone who I am...", you thought, trying to reassure yourself. Then you noticed he had his phone held up, he was taking pictures. If Liam ever saw those pictures, he would find out. You quickly finished up, then rushed to Liam's flat as soon as you were done. You walked in and found him in the bedroom, staring out the window. You stood in the doorway, looking down at your feet. He started, "How could you, (Y/n)?". You tried not to cry, "I'm sorry, Liam! I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you would leave me. I need this job. I need money. You think I want to do this disgusting job? It's all I know how to do." You started crying and let the tears roll down your cheeks. Liam noticed you were crying, walked over to you and pulled you into his arms, "I'm sorry (Y/n), I didn't know. I wish you told me. I want you to tell me these things. I would never leave you for that. But, you're with me now. You don't need to work. Especially there." You looked up, at him and sniffled a bit, "Are you sure, babe? I just didn't want you to be ashamed of me." He stroked your hair, "I'm positive. The only person I'm ashamed of is myself for not realizing sooner." Your tears soon dried up knowing that, 1. You would never have to work that job again, and 2. You had the most amazing boyfriend in the world.

Harry: The whole time you and Harry had been dating, he never knew that you were a pole dancer. You actually liked pole dancing, you didn't think it was a bad job, you thought it was fun. Your best friend got into the business then told you about it, and when you tried it, you thought it was fun. Nobody really knew about the occupation though, because you knew no one would approve of it. When you moved into Harry's flat the only thing you were worried about was your pole. You had to have a pole to practice on at home but practicing at Harry's flat would be tougher. The good thing was your pole could break down and be put back together again so you could only practice days he was gone. One day he was supposed to be recording all day, so you decided to practice then. You started getting into a really complicated move where you were dangling upside down, and it looked sexy, but you just couldn't figure out how to get down. Then you heard the door open. Harry stared at you with his mouth practically dropped down to the floor. You didn't want to fall so you somehow spun your body around the pole and stood up, "Hey, that could work...", you thought to yourself proudly. Then you realized who was still in the doorway; Harry. He took a deep breath, "(Y/n).... What are you doing?". You sighed, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you this sooner, Haz. I like to pole dance, okay? If you want to leave me, fine, but I think it's-". He interrupted you with a long, hard kiss, "Babe, I don't care. I'm only mad that you've never performed for me before." You giggled and put your thumb and index finger on your chin, "Weeeell, maybe I could do a private show for you sometime.". Harry's face lit up like a kid on Christmas day, "Yes! I would love that. Hey, did I ever tell you that you're the best girlfriend ever." You smiled to yourself, "I already knew that". You winked at him as you started putting the pole away.

Zayn: You and Zayn had an almost perfect relationship. The only problem was you weren't 100% honest about one thing. When you met, you told him you were a dancer, but you didn't tell him that you were a pole dancer. You were very good at hiding it and you didn't think you would ever have to tell him. You figured once he asked you to marry him you could finally quit the job for good. You were good friends with your co-workers and the job paid well, plus it was a good workout, so you decided to keep the job until you were married. Your friends didn't know either, though, that you were hiding your job from Zayn. One night before a show, you and your friends were messing around backstage. You were dressed in fish-net leggings, a black vest, black lace panties, and tall, leather boots. Plus, some random glitter here and there. Your co-worker wanted to surprise Zayn, so she took a picture of you dancing on stage then sent it to him before you went on. When you got off stage and started putting away your things you noticed your phone had tons of texts, mostly from Zayn, some from Harry, and a couple from Louis and Niall. You were curious so you looked through Zayn's texts first, your friend sent a picture of you pole dancing. Zayn's texts were mostly confused while the ones from Harry, Louis, and Niall were teasing you. You raced home to the flat and tried to find Zayn. "Zayn!" you called out. Harry was standing in your kitchen, "Wow, (Y/n), you are such a bad girl. No wonder Zayn likes you so much", he winked at you. You walked up to Harry and clenched his shirt in your first, "Tell me where he is, Styles." He pointed to the living room. You followed his direction and found Zayn laying on the couch staring at his phone. You quietly mumbled, "Zayn...". He looked up from his phone, "(Y/n)... Is this really you?". You took a deep breath, "Yes it is. I'll quit if you want Zayn, please don't be mad...". He cut you off, "Be mad? How could I be mad? You look so sexy, babe! How come I never get to see you like this?". You had a confused look on your face, "So you're not mad?". He got off of the couch and put his hands on your shoulders, "Babe, If I was mad would I have texted this picture to all of the boys to show off my sexy girlfriend?". Your eyes grew wide, "Zayn?!! Is that how all the boys knew?!". He slowly took his hands off your shoulder, "Well, got to go now!". He ran out of the room then hid behind Harry. You couldn't help but laugh at him.

Louis: There were no secrets between you and Louis; except one. You never told him how you were a pole dancer. You didn't want to know his reaction, so you decided to never tell him. You figured there was no way he would ever find out and if he did he might want to leave you, which means it was best kept a secret. One day you were both shopping in the city you both lived in. There was one store you were really trying to avoid was the athletic store because you were always in there buying clothes for pole dancing. Not for performing, just for pole dancing classes you taught. You had been to that store so often you got to know the employees and they all knew that you were a pole dancer. You took your eyes of off Louis for one second and next thing you know, he was in the store. You put your head down and walked discreetly into the store. You whispered to Louis, "Louis! C'mon I don't think you need in here...". You tried taking his hand and leading him out of the store but one of the employees noticed you. "(Y/n)!! Our best customer!!". You faked a smile and shrugged your shoulders at Louis as if you had no idea who that employee was. Louis squinted his eyes, "What do you mean best customer? You go to the gym, babe?". The employee answered for you, "She doesn't go to the gym? She works the pole, dude! And may I say she does an awesome job at it!". Unfortunately for you, Louis couldn't tell that the employee was gay, so Louis became infuriated, "Excuse me?! Care to explain, (Y/n)?". You gave the employee a dirty look, then put your hand on Louis' cheek, "I'm sorry. It's my job, okay? I'm only in here to buy clothes to practice in-". Louis interrupted you, "Because you dance naked right?!". You let out a little laugh, "No, hun, I don't. I wear clothes, okay? And this guy right here, he's gay so you have nothing to worry about. I only take classes... I don't perform for guys." Louis sighed a breath of relief, "Oh my gosh, (Y/n), don't you ever scare me like that again... now where do I sign up?!", he grinned cheekily.

Niall: The hardest part about dating Niall was him being busy all the time. You were always complain to your friend who was a dancer that you were bored and lonely so she told you she was sending you a package of goodies. You were so excited when you got the package, you tore it open but then just stared at it with a confused face. It was an assemble-your-own-pole complete with a pole dancing DVD. You raised your eyebrows and disbelief then decided to assemble because you had nothing else to do. Once you had the pole assembled, you tilted your head to the side and tried to decide how you were going to work your pole. You thought that you should try looking at the DVD first, so you popped it into the DVD player and tried to copy the moves on the screen. The girl on the screen did something where she jumped on the pole, wrapped one leg around, and swirled to the floor. You tried to copy her. You jumped on the pole but ended up hitting your face on the pole and falling onto your back. "Owww!!!!!!", you yelled, but no one was home to hear it. You put ice on your face and in attempts to stop the swelling but it wasn't working much. You packed up the pole and hoped that Niall wouldn't find it. Then you looked in the mirror; you had a black eye. Niall came home a little later and immediately noticed your black eye, "Babe, what happened?! Who did this to you?", he asked worryingly. You bit your bottom lip, "Me....". He scrunched his eyebrows together, "What? I'm confused...". You walked over to the closet, pulled out the pole, and pointed to it on the floor. He tried to gather his thoughts, "Wait... you're saying you were pole dancing and you did THAT?". You nodded embarrassingly. He burst out laughing, "I'm sorry, babe. I hope you feel better but please just don't try to do that again.". You laughed a little too, "I know... I guess I'm not really a dancer...". He then grinned at you dirtily, "Well... maybe you would be if you had some help.... from me?". He winked at you as he started setting up the pole. You just put your face in your hands, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous your boyfriend was.