Hired for love

one: Kathleen Rogers

"Whoa, you look like shit." My co-worker, John, instantly commented as I got through the doors of the nightclub I work at blocks away from my house.

"You can say so yourself." I joked.

"Hey! It was a joke- well, I have been working all day. Not to mention I have been covering up for your late ass for almost two hours now, so you might as well go on and continue this thing we call our job. Anyways, why are you late?" He said, raising a brow.

"Thanks John. You're the best." I say, as I hooked my arm around him and giving him a quick hug. "And if you didn't know, I walked from my house all the way here. And uhh I was late because.."

Quick. Think of something so he doesn't think you're just lazy to go to work.

". . . I had errands to run."

"Mhmm." He nods, satisfied with my answer. I think. Phew. "Alright. Now go change into your uniform and work your ass off."

I brushed past him lightly then made my way to the staff's locker, grabbing my stuff and went to the comfort room.

I quickly changed into my uniform which was a light blue shirt with a collar and a pair of black skinny jeans.

I check myself in the mirror and-woah. I do look like shit.

I pat an oil blotting sheet on my face and apply a thin line of eyeliner and mascara on my eyes. I also put on a light shade of blush on.

There. At least I look more presentable.

I grab my things and stuff them in my bag I put my things back in my locker and as I walk out of the locker room, I see a whole crowd of people swarmed around the doors.

Wondering what all the commotion was about, I went to take a look.

I couldn't see much, all I saw was a big man in a black shirt pushing people out of the way. Behind him was two attractive lads; one had blackish hair and one had blonde hair.

I recognized them instantly.

It's Zayn Malik and Niall Horan.

Holy fucking shit.

IT'S ZAYN FREAKING MALIK AND NIALL FREAKING HORAN.

I guess that's not their middle names but

HOLY SHIT AHHHH I JUST

Knowing that they're in the same room with me just make my knees weaken so much that I almost crumbled to the floor.

They calmly find their way to the VIP section with the big man behind them along with shrieking drunk girls wanting a photo with them.

"Oh my god, John. It's Zayn and Niall!" I shrieked as well.

"You sound like those girls and uh, no shit, sherlock." He chuckled.

I lightly hit him in the arm.

I had been staring at them for quite a long time until they sit down on the blue couch present in the VIP section. Then an idea suddenly became present in my mind,

"Hey John, you are assigned to assist in the VIP section right?"

He nods. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, I was thinking, since you have been covering up for me," I continue, "May I have the honor and cover this one up for you?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Thank you so much John!" I pull him into a hug, "you are the best!"

And before I even know it, I'm on my way to the VIP section,

"Hiii." I say smiling, "what would you guys want to drink?"

They say the drinks that they've wanted and thanked me.

Oh my god hearing their voices just make me wanna crumble to the floor.

"Alright I'll be back with your orders."

"Hey, wait don't you recognize us?" Zayn asked, making me turn around.

"Uhh of course I do. I just-I." I sigh, "can I have a picture with you guys?" I asked nervously.

"Thought you'd never ask."

I bring out my phone and give it to the guy they're with and give them my widest smile. Zayn made his famous smile -some parts of his tongue showing at the sides of his teeth-and his thumb pointed at me while Niall stuck his tongue out.

"Thank you guys so much I just-"

"No problem at all." Zayn cut me off.

"I'll be back in a minute." I said, leaving the room.

My job was simple. Asking people what they would want to drink, have it prepared, and give it to the people who ordered it. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would've been the first time I applied for it, but it was simple. I'd say I make a decent living off of it too, considering I earned about £50 three hours a night, four times a week. Also considering it was only my temporary job so I could help my older sister, Liz, with some of the expenses. It's the least I could do.

I make my way to the counter through random drunk and sweaty people. Ew. I had the drinks Zayn and Niall ordered ready.

While I was waiting, I pulled out my phone and opened my twitter. I posted the photo of me with Zayn and Niall;

"@chewytomlinson: guys look who i just met omfg pic.twitter.com/LhQreuS4ov"

After posting this I see my face on update accounts along with others who met them today.

When the drinks are ready, I grab a tray and carefully make my way to the VIP section where they are laughing about something,

I knock on the wooden wall frame. "Excuse me, your orders are ready."

"Come in."

I placed their drinks on the table and they thanked me. I responded back saying it's always my pleasure, they asked me for my name.

"I'm Kathleen. Kathleen Rogers."

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