Chapter 3

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Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I was having a bit of a writers block problem, but I think I know where I am going with this now. If anyone is good at making Covers, can you please make me a cover for this story?

The picture to the side is the flowers, Niall got.

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February 14, 2014

So, I have to work tonight. Hoo-fucking-ray. I hate working on holidays. Every single person gets depressed and lonely and they think strippers would make them feel better. Let me tell you this, it doesn’t. If you’re single on Valentine’s Day, don’t go to a strip club, go hang out with some family or something. Don’t come and beg for a lap dance from me.

I know that I might sound like a bit of a hypocrite because I’m single, but I would rather stay at home and watch a bunch of movies and eating chocolate then go to a strip club. Unfortunately for me, I have to freaking strip at this freaking strip club.

I know this sounds weird, but I actually really like my job. I know most people would say that what I am doing is wrong and is a sin, but I don’t care, I like it. I like the music, I like the money, I like the safety (anyone who gets too handsy or too rough, we have security like people around to protect the dancers), I like feeling pretty (wow, that sounds really gay), and I love dancing.

I like feeling wanted. Whenever I’m up on stage and everyone looking and just watching me, I just feel so wanted and pretty and sexy and free in a way that’s indescribable. Then there is the dancing. I just love losing myself to the music, forgetting about all the bad things in my life and all the bad things I have done.

I actually love my job, just not on fucking holidays.                    

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So, I still had class today and when I arrived there, there was a bouquet of beautiful white flowers and a small card lying on top of the desk where I usually sit at. I hesitantly approached the desk and picked up the flower, admiring its beauty for a few moments before reading the card.

Dear Niall,

The flowers you are probably holding right now is called a Gardenia. It symbolizes purity and sweetness. It is also an indicator of joy and secret love.

I know we haven’t talked much, but the few times we have talked I’ve seen how nice and sweet you are. You seem pure and oh so lovely, and although I am not in love with you, I sure do like and admire you. Basically, this flower is me telling you that I think you are so lovely.

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