Safe and Sound (Niall Horan & Zayn Malik FanFiction)

Chapter One: Lost Trust.

Maja's POV (pronounce it as Maya)

Rushing around the house, trying to find my stripper shoes to place them in my bag, I take one of my last bites of the cheese and ham sandwich I'd made just a few seconds before. Throwing almost every item of clothing from my wardrobe, I let out a frustrated moan.

One more bite of the sandwich and it is gone, leaving me as hungry as ever but considering I didn't have much time; it was all I could have.

I decide to look in the cupboard, the dark one to be exact. I hate the dark. So I don't go in but get on all fours and stick my hands inside, feeling the floor for the heels.

"What are you looking for?" A voice scares me to death, causing me to shoot upright, bashing my shoulder against the handle from the cupboard.

I groan and look at Leoni, one of my dear friends, laughing at me, with no sympathy in her expression at all.

"That hurt!" I say, hoping to get her to stop laughing but she burst like a balloon, letting all the air out and laughing as loud as she possibly could, "And my shoes, seen them anywhere?"

She holds her finger out to tell me to hold on and attempts to catch a breath.

"T-they're in the bathroom," she says calmly but I know that she's going to laugh anytime soon.

Nonetheless, I head for the bathroom, in attempt to find my damn shoes without which I can't do my job, meaning I can't earn money, meaning no paying for rent, leaving me homeless and forever alone, "What would they be doing in the bathroom anyway?" I ask before I see them right underneath the sink, rolling eyes at myself.

"I don't know, I'm not Sherlock."

"You sometimes act like him though." I stick my tongue out at her, holding my shoes with my left hand, ruffling my long, wavy hair with the other.

I look at myself in the full-length mirror and although I'm wearing grey sweatpants, trainers and the simplest hoodie, I check my hair and my make-up because I will not have time to do that once I get down to the club.

I check my bag once again, making sure that my shoes and outfit are in and head downstairs to tell Leoni that I'm ready and we can leave.

She grabs two Diet Cokes from the kitchen, passes one to me and rushes to her car, to which I follow.

As we arrive, it is six o'clock and we still have three hours until the opening. Attempting to waste them three hours, Leoni and I chat to the security guard after which we head to my changing room.

I throw my bag on the floor and jump on the couch, prompting my head on my arms, my eyes open, staring in to the empty ceiling.

"I'm really not in the mood to be going out and dancing in front of all those filthy men today to be quite honest." I mutter under my breath, ending with a sigh.

"I feel you." Leoni replies sympathetically.

"But you have the easier job, all you have to do is serve people."

"Seems easy to you... I'd love to get away, even for a week."

The time passes and soon she has to leave to serve the arriving customers at the club's bar. The one good thing about the job is that we get to work together. Not together but in the same club, at the same times if that makes any sense at all.

I change into my police woman outfit, with the skirt barely covering my arse cheeks and the top acting as a belt placed on my boobs, shoes making me those few inches taller (which was definitely needed, considering I was a small 5"4ft tall) and hair over my shoulders, glitter throughout.