The 'other' job. (One Direction)

Chapter 1

'The 'other' job.'

"No Liam!" I yelled into the phone. "I don't want your pity. And I most certainly don't want your help!"

"Bella, wait!" he pleaded. "If you don't want my help, at least keep in contact with me. Meet my band mates. Come over sometime." He said. "Please, I just don't want to lose my baby sister."

"No, I don't want to meet your air heads of band mates. And I don't want to keep in contact, because I know that eventually you'll change, let the fame get to your head and you won't want anything to do with me anymore." I replied back.

"No. I won't you're my sister, and I'll always love you, and mom and dad." He said.

"No, Liam. Everybody lets it get to their head. And I don't want to be there when it happens" I said taking a deep breath. "And it's easier when you don't care." I said.

"You don't mean th-" He started to say.

"Yes, I do. Goodbye Liam. I'm not going to pick up your calls anymore. And I'm definitely not telling you my new address." I said.

"But." he started but I cut him off again.

"No, maybe in a year. I'll see if you've changed. But I want to make a name for myself, without help from you. Bye Liam." I said and clicked end call on my phone.

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1 year later...

I sat in my flat thinking over that conversation, that was forever etched into my mind. I could hear the heartbreak in his voice when I told him I didn't care. But I won't let myself care, because that makes you weak, and allows people to hurt you. And I wont let that happen again.

I won't let myself love, or care. I listen to my body not my mind, not my heart. It's to easy to get hurt that way.

I found a decent job at a set where they record movies, I'm the person at the front desk, who stops fans from coming in. Unless there crazy, that's what the big buff guys are for.

Since that's not the best job out there. I have a second job. One that I'm not very proud of. But its good money, and it also keeps me from getting to attached.

To put it nicely I have expensive one night stands. But I only take decent guys, who have a lot of money to offer. It's usually about once a week. Maybe every two weeks, so, not that bad.

You must be thinking. Doesn't she have any friends? Yes. I have a best guy friend, who I met doing my second 'job'. We hit it off the morning afterwords. No not as in love crap. Like we were instantly great friends. His name is Jake.

And you must also be thinking. Dang, one friend? No, I have a few other friends, just not as close.

Only Jake knows about Liam. And everyone else that notices it, I tell them, its a coincidence, we just have the same last name, and I've never met him. I don't want people to use me to get to him.

And yes, I kept my word. We haven't talked in a year. Not one phone call, of course he's called me endless numbers of times. And he's never stopped. But he's never found out where I live, of course after I had a good job I told mom and dad where I am. But made them promise not to tell Liam, I'm surprised they haven't.

The thing he wanted to help me with is to pull some strings, and get me as a back up dancer to some big name. Because I've always loved dancing, and i guess I'm okay at it.

But I wanted to make my own way. Like Liam did, I don't want to use him to get somewhere.

But so far. No good.