My Bully Harry styles

Chapter 9

Sarah's POV

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I threw my hand on my phone to make the alarm shut the fuck up, then I got up off my bed and walked to my closet to pick out my new clothes I had gotten from yesterday. I picked out a tight V-necked dark red sleeved shirt, it kind of shows my boobs since their big enough, which I inherited from my mother, and black skinny jeans, then I went to my lingerie section and picked out a matching red lace bra and thong and black heels.
After that I strolled over to my bathroom and took a 15 minute shower.

"Sarah do you think you can pick me up my medicine from the pharmacy after your done looking for your job?",my aunt asked.
" Yeah, sure. Anything else?", I had replied while I was dressing.
" Umm, can you pick up groceries while your there?", she asked when I came out of the bathroom.
"Okay aunt Kelsi." I said while I walked into my room to dry my hair and straighten it.
"By the way honey you look gorgeous."

"Thanks auntie, you too, but I still don't have the make up on.",I replied.
Since she was getting ready for her job and I was getting ready to find a job. I brushed my teeth, caked my face with minimum black mascara and eyeliner, then dabbed bright red blush, then wore bright red lipstick, finally the red nail polish. After that I grabbed my red furry hand bag. Inside it I had put my put my phone, make up bag, and 400 pounds, some for breakfast and lunch and the other for gas. The rest was for my aunts medicine and groceries.

I headed out the door after I said bye to my aunt. The drive to the Italian restraunt was, I was self conscious. I kept asking myself.

What if I'm not good at being a bartender, I'm sure they have trainers there. Shit, I'm screwed, I thought while I parked at the parking lot.

While I was getting out of my car. I kept getting stares from people or men that are my age or older.I looked at myself to see what's wrong. I know I'm not fat or such but I felt like my make up got smudge. I took out my phone to use the screen, Nothing was messed up. I just kept walking and shrugged it off.

'It was now or never', my parents always use to say that.

As I walked in my nostrils were burning from the scent if the smoke, alcohol, and sweat .It was hard walking past the drunkies to make my way to the managers office.

Damn who drinks this early?
It's only 11:27 AM

I had asked her for the bartending job and she agreed. "Oh and your first day is tomorrow, Monday". I nodded back to her, just when I was at the door I felt two hands grabbing my waist. I turned just to meet a drunk Zayn. Just my luck, I thought to myself, I was in the bar section of the restraunts. He slapped my ass, and hard, too hard. A few more seconds past by and I heard 'Oohs' and 'Damn'. I blinked a few more times just to see a drunk Zayn on the floor clutching his stomach.

Shit, I might have gotten lost in thought while my fucking brain did the work.
I had punched him in the gut. 'Come on Sarah he didn't do anything', my conscious told me.
'But he did slap your ass hard', my subconscious told me.

Oh well never mess with a Fitzberg.
Let's just see what make up shit can do in a week, I said to myself while I was walking back to my car. "Damn, these heels are fucking killing me!", I screamed at the pain while getting my feet on the pedals of the car. How do women do with these?
I should text Liam to tell him I got a job

Me: Liam I got the job!

I finally found out how to change Liam's contact name on my phone. I deleted his contact and typed his phone number back on my contacts.