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Chapter Four

"Don't take me from my bed, leave everything that is worth a single cent and just take me instead"

Female Robbery - The Neighbourhood

-Hayden-

I never imagined that this job would get sexual so fast.  I mean damn, everyone loves One Direction, especially fan-fictions about One Direction, especially One Direction fan-fictions with hot, give-me-a-minute-while-I-fan-myself, steamy sex with one of the boys.  I won't lie, I've read a few on my personal Wattpad account about Harry, but reading all fan-fictions about the boys was starting to make me regret accepting this job.  I ran into Niall about an hour ago, and I couldn't even look him in the eyes. 

I started early this morning , setting up all my accounts for everything, and decided that today was a day  to read, so I picked up the iPad and tried getting comfortable everywhere I could.  I tried my room, but I felt like I was shutting myself out, so I went to the living room.  Not thirty minutes later, Tiffany forces me outside to be like a "normal" person.  

So here I am, ten thirty in the morning, reading dirty fan-fictions about the boys.  I started off reading one about Harry, but shortly into the story, I had to move onto someone else.  After Harry left in a rush last night, I was so perplexed as to what had him running for the hills so soon. 

That is, until I turned and found the source of what he had been staring at.

The underwear and bra matching sets I had just bought from Victoria Secret.  

I felt like such an idiot.  He probably assumed that I had put them there on purpose to seduce him or something.  In reality, I was trying to figure out where I wanted to put them.  I didn't want my matching sets separated by my separate bra and underwear drawers, so I was trying to figure out where I could put them without separating them, so I set them to the side, on my bed, to deal with after everything I had bought was put away neatly.  Of course, I assume it didn't look like anything innocent, like it had been in all actuality.  I could barely sleep, up all night stressing about whether or not I would be fired. 

I flinched slightly as my phone rang on the lounge chair beside me. I internally groaned as I saw that it was dad.  He'd been checking on me every three hours just to make sure that I didn't need anything.  Which had been sweet the first two times, but this was the third time today, and it was starting to take a toll on my already pent up emotions.

"Hey dad, what's up?" This heat was killing me.  I was a redhead anyway, I shouldn't be out here in the sun.  Tiffany was trying to kill me. Wouldn't unlock the damned door and let me in.

"Kid, I need a favor," So this wasn't a check up? Relief washed over me.  I wasn't too keen on the fact that he thought that all was forgiven and forgotten over the past ten years.

"Okay, what is it?" Anything to keep me from dying of a heat stroke my first week here.

"Reagan is out sick today, so if you don't mind I need you to do a food run for us," I shut my iPad off as I tucked the phone between my shoulder and ear, walking towards the back door, already grimacing with the start of a sunburn.

"Sure dad, just text me where to go and I'll head over there," I knocked on my own back door, waiting for Tiffany.  I surprisingly found a woman who might as well of been running towards the front door, slamming it shut.

"Okay kid, I'll text you the address to both the food and where to drop it off, thanks Hayden," I hung up after that, wondering why some woman had just run out of here like a bat out of hell. I knocked louder, watching as Tiffany ran across the living room towards me.  Surprisingly, she unlocked it immediately.