I'm in Love with a Stripper (a One Direction Fanfiction)

After the tragic loss of her parents, Leila Karim abandons her life in Bradford and sets her sights on London. Working as a stripper at Victory Strip Club under the stage name Bambi, ex-best friend and pop superstar Zayn Malik is the last person Leila expected to be sitting in the audience watching her undress. Will Leila find herself falling for Zayn all over again or will cheeky Harry Styles win her heart instead?


5. Love Bites

I’m in Love with a Stripper:


Love Bites



Leila’s P.O.V:


Zayn’s lips, tasting of champagne and cigarettes moved hotly against mine, his tongue entering my mouth hurriedly. As my skin set ablaze and my heart thudded erratically, I felt myself pressing my body against his despite my mind screaming not to, moaning into his lips and running my fingers through his thick black hair. How well we fit together.


Zayn.” I groaned his name wildly, the stubble on his cheeks brushing my neck as he began to kiss it roughly. In one fluid motion, Zayn had me propped on top of him, his warm hands running up and down the length of my thighs, the scent of his cologne drowning me. Straddling him now, my breath hitched in my throat as I felt him frantically pressing his hardness against me, moaning hoarsely and tightening his grip on my hips.


Leila.” Zayn whispered my name softly.


I was overcome, my feelings and desires that I had worked so hard and diligently to suppress had sprung back to life. Zayn Malik was pumping through my veins as strongly as he had been three years ago. Overwhelmed, it was then that my mind caught up with my body and that my heart ached so painfully; a flash of Zayn turning his head from me as we crossed paths in the hallway, running and running, the phone ringing without an answer, and the sound of piano scales that I pulled away from Zayn’s swollen lips, gasping for air. Staring at him in shock I slid off of him, scrambling to unlock the door, my hands shaking and tears beginning to spill out of the corners of my eyes. All of it was rushing back to me again, the emptiness, the loss, the loneliness, the rejection, the abandonment, so strongly that it almost threw me off balance.


Throwing open the door hastily, I jumped out into the night, swaying on the thin heels of Eleanor’s stilettos.


“LEILA!” Zayn called after me, pursuing me out of the limousine, trying to stop me. “LEILA WAIT!” He repeated passionately, grabbing my arm.


“SCREW YOU, MIND FUCK!” I turned around and screamed, pushing him against the limousine, stumbling across the street and onto the sidewalk. Throwing open the door to my apartment, the last thing I saw before turning the corner was Zayn, standing motionlessly by the limo, his dark eyes still on me and the expression on his face desperate.


Tripping up the stairs, I finally made it to my door. Ripping open my clutch, I thrust my key into the lock, throwing open the door and slamming it behind me. I breathed heavily, looking into the darkness of my apartment.


“Stupid idiot!” I started hitting myself. “Idiot, idiot, idiot!”


Zayn had already hurt me once, so deeply that the scars had not even healed yet and there I was allowing myself to be in a position to be hurt all over again. Switching on the lights, I threw my clutch onto the counter and began to unzip Eleanor’s dress. Letting it fall to the floor, I stepped out of it and headed towards the bathroom.


I ran a hot bath, sitting on the edge of the bathtub while it filled up. Sinking into the hot water once it was full, I felt my muscles begin to unwind. Unable to resist, I raised my hand to my lips, swollen and puffy from kissing Zayn. So that was what it felt like; to be wanted back, to be wanted back by him; even if it had been drunkenly or because his ego couldn’t stand the idea of me fancying someone other than him. It was strange, I felt worse than I ever had before. My cheeks began to burn and my blood pumped a little faster as I relived what the events of the limousine in my mind. It felt like coming down from a high, from thinking you had it all and then being slapped in the face by reality. And the reality of this situation was that Zayn would not and could feel about me the way I had wanted him to, he had already told me so once before.


Draining the bathtub after about ten minutes, I toweled myself off, wrapping my white house coat around me. Heading to my bedroom, I sat on the side of the bed, observing my book case thoughtfully. Pushing my yearbooks aside, I found what I had been looking for. Grabbing the small shoebox, I placed it gently on my bed.


Pushing back the lid of the blue box, I was met with the sight of the memories I had hurriedly packed away before leaving for London, memories too painful to leave hanging around and too painful to throw away. Sitting on top of the pile was a picture of Zayn and I dressed as bottles of mustard and ketchup on Halloween, holding huge pillowcases stuffed with candy despite the fact that we were both sixteen. Smiling, I put the picture onto my bed and began to sift through the photographs and other trinkets; a ticket stub from a Chris Brown concert we had gone to together, a CD titled Leila and Zayn’s Happenin’ Mix 2008, folded up sheet music.


Curiously, I picked up an envelop. Opening it, I saw that it was our school’s annual matchmaker that took place every Valentine’s Day. Observing the results I grew slightly annoyed at the fact that like every other year, Zayn Malik had placed first with 98%, although at the time we’d always thought it was because we got on so well. There was one particular memory that had been missing however.




Zayn’s eyes were narrowed in concentration, clutching a dart between his thumb and index finger. My new blue dress billowed around me in the warm breeze. Littered with orange flowers, I had bought it especially for Zayn and my yearly outing to the summer funfair. I hope he thought I looked nice, more like a girl. I couldn’t explain how or when it happened, but I had finally come to terms with the fact that somewhere along the line, I began to feel things for Zayn other than friendship. It had begun with my stomach flip-flopping in excitement when I saw him approaching, jealousy rearing its head when I witnessed him talking to other girls, a longing for his attention, missing him when he was gone. Perhaps I always had –loved him, and it had just taken me time to realize it. I secretly dreamed and hoped that just maybe, he felt the same way too.  


Zayn threw the dart strategically at the wall of balloons. A large pop sounded as the balloon burst, shards of orange rubber flying in every direction. He turned and grinned at me as I erupted into cheer.


“Finally!” I squealed. “Five pounds later we win something.”


“We?” Zayn said with a smirk.


I ignored him. “Well let’s see the prize then.” I said to the dodgy looking man running the booth.


The man disappeared for a moment, scavenging underneath the table for a prize.


Coming back up, he said. “This is all we’ve got left.” He handed Zayn a small box. Opening it, Zayn pulled out a heart shaped locket.


Zayn corked one of his eyebrows upwards. “Do you really expect me to wear this?” He asked the bemused game attendant.


“Why don’t you give it to your girlfriend?” The game attendant suggested with furrowed eyebrows, nodding at me as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.


Zayn and I looked at each other fleetingly before turning back to the man.


“She’s not my girlfriend.” Zayn said with a laugh.


“He’s not my boyfriend.” I scoffed awkwardly, my face heating up at the idea alone.


Whatever.”  The man said, rolling his eyes and walking away to see to other customers.


Zayn looked at me. “The man has a point.” He said with a smile. “You have it.”


“Really?” I asked. “You don’t want to give it to Tracey.” I raised my voice an octave when I said her name, grinning evilly, but privately despising the sound of her name coming out of my mouth.


Zayn rolled his eyes and laughed. “Just turn around.”


Turning my back to him, I felt Zayn gently move my hair to the side, his warm hand grazing my skin. I felt the weight of the cool brass locket on my skin. Taking it into my fingers I observed it. The heart shaped locket was plated in rose gold, with two hearts engraved on the front of it.


Turning back to Zayn, I gave him a smile. “How does it look?” I asked him, smoothing my dress in the process.


Zayn took a fleeting look at the locket and then returned his unwavering gaze to my face. “Looks nice.” He said, smiling back, his voice as warm as the summer heat.




Hurriedly replacing the lid of the shoebox, I tossed it underneath my bed. Curling up beneath my sheets, I reached for my cell phone and began to text Harry.


Safe and sound at home in bed…wish you were here x


Beginning to drift off, I woke with a start as my phone vibrated. Flipping it open, Harry had replied.


Wish I was too. Finally managed to get Louis home, but not without him vomiting in my curls. Sorry again about tonight. Keep your day free tomorrow I’ve got something planned ;) x


I began to snicker. Poor Harry. Louis was really lucky to have him as a friend.


No! Anywhere but your curls! Can’t wait to see what you’ve conjured up ;) Sweet dreams x


Throwing my phone onto the bedside table, I fell into a restless sleep, filled with dreams of Bradford and unfortunately, its former inhabitants too.


Zayn’s P.O.V:


I woke to the feeling of Leila’s lips on mine, her voice whispering my name sweetly, repeating it with desire, with urgency.


Zayn.” I could still her silken voice.


My head throbbing, I groaned deeply at the events of the previous night. I remembered getting pissed at Nando’s, unfortunately being reminded of wanking off to Judy Dench, and then heading to the club called Cathedral. I waited patiently as the rest of the night’s events then flooded into my mind mercilessly. I reached upwards, grazing just underneath my eyelid, hissing in pain. I remembered watching Leila as she danced with Harry and the foul taste in my mouth as I watched them. I told the brunette I was with that I wanted to be alone, and then continued to observe Leila. She was kissing him then, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, as consumed in Harry as I was surely becoming consumed in her.


Departing from sight when she saw me, I searched for her when I saw Harry and Eleanor heading up to the upper floors. Scrambling through the crowd, I could see Leila conversing heatedly with a man. I could see her trying to escape his grip, but instead he pulled her closer, thrusting his hand up her skirt. I began to push through the crowd as fast as I could, throwing people to the side and adrenaline pumping through my veins. Shoving the man away from Leila, I placed myself between them, receiving a punch to my right eye and delivering one back harder. I’d do it again in a minute if it meant Leila’s safety. I grimaced slightly when remembering that some cell phone pictures had been taken of the fight and that I had been recognized. I decided not to beat myself up over it since Simon would likely be doing that later on today.


As eventful as the night had it been, it was the limo ride home with Leila that proved to be the most intriguing. Stretching my arms behind my head, I closed my eyes, allowing the feeling of Leila’s lips on mine to wash over me again, the pleasant weight of her on top of me, how well her body moved with mine. How had my feelings managed to change so dramatically? At first I had thought I had just been jealous of Harry, angry that he had been perusing my former best friend, a girl who I had always felt was mine. I then understood fully why Leila had so hatefully called me a ‘mind fuck’.    


In the process of lighting a cigarette, my phone began to ring. Looking at it I saw that I had five previous missed calls but had slept through them. It was my Mother calling.


“Hello Mum.” I answered the phone, spinning the cigarette between my thumb and index finger.


“ZAYN!” She screamed into the phone, causing me to pull the phone away from my ear.


“What?!” I yelled back.


“Have you not read the Sun this morning?!” She screeched. “Go on go have a look!”


“Alright, alright, just please calm yourself.” I sighed, knowing fully well what the articles would entail.


I fired up my MacBook and loaded the webpage of the Sun. Within a few moments, I was face to face with a blurry cell phone photograph of me attempting to shield my visibly swollen eye, a flash of Leila’s hair and feathered skirt visible on the far right. The title of the article read: ‘BRADFORD BAD BOY’ IN A BRAWL.


Shit.” I muttered, forgetting momentarily that I was still on the phone.


“What has gotten into you? You’re fighting, and I’ve heard from Simon that you’ve picked up on that filthy habit of yours again!” She was referring to my occasional cigarette that had recently turned into almost a pack a day, a fact that I won’t soon be telling her.


“Mum…” I groaned in frustration.


 “You had better sort yourself out or I promise you that I will.”

“…Yeah alright…” I told her.


“And in the next little while I’d like you to come home for a visit.” She said. “All that fame of yours is going right to your head!”


“I’ve hardly got time to take a piss these days, Mum!” I said, irritated.


“Well you had better make some time then!” She spat. “I’ll be seeing you soon. Now tell mummy you love her.” Her voice softened at this.


I closed my eyes. “Love you, Mum.” I sing-songed. She really knew how to put me in my place.


“Love you too sweetheart.” She said, hanging up.


I looked back to the Sun’s article curiously, seeing if they had managed to capture any other photos of Leila. Luckily they hadn’t managed to get a shot of her face since the club had been so dark, and I guess in the moment they had been trying to capture me. I clicked on the article, hoping they had not managed to discover Leila’s identity.






According to eye-witnesses and cell-phone pictures, UK teen heartthrobs of the band One Direction, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, and Harry Styles were seen letting loose at the new nightclub called Cathedral, located in central London.


The crew consisting of eight individuals turned up at around ten o’ clock last night, Liam Payne accompanied by dancer girlfriend Danielle Peazer and Louis Tomlinson accompanied by long-time girlfriend Eleanor Calder.


However, the other members of One Direction who are reportedly single were not without the company of numerous females throughout the night according to numerous sources. Niall Horan was seen chatting up a leggy redhead who he remained with through the bulk of the night although it can be said that the night’s biggest mystery was the dark haired beauty who arrived on the arm of Harry Styles but fled from the club with none other than Zayn Malik moments after the brawl that left the Bradford teen with a forming black eye.


Social Networking website Twitter has had such topics as #1Dmysterygirl, #zaynismine, #harryismine, and #dontlookinthemirrorzayn trending minutes after the altercation reportedly took place. The question is, who is this mystery girl and is she with cheeky Harry Styles or bad boy Zayn Malik?


“Oh God…” I muttered to myself in horror. At least Leila had explained what had happened to Harry, although not in much detail.


Looking at my cell phone, I saw that Management had called me, Simon had called me twice, and so had Harry and Liam as well.


Nervously, I called Simon first.


“Zayn…” Simon answered, the tone of his voice only spelt trouble.


“Morning, Simon…” I said, not sure what to say.


“I already spoke to your Mother. Now can you please tell me what has been going on with you? The boys have said you’ve been acting strangely, distant. You’ve picked up smoking again and now getting into a fight.” Simon didn’t sound angry, he sounded worried.


“It’s just all the stress.” I told him sighing. “The fight last night though, I was defending Leila. Some bloke was trying to attack her. It was probably not the best idea, but I couldn’t just let her be attacked?” I explained to him, the words tumbling out of my mouth.


“Leila?” Simon asked inquisitively. I could imagine him in his black t-shirt with his legs kicked up on his desk.


“The girl Harry was with last night.” I told him. I wouldn’t refer to her as his girlfriend until I had to.


“I see.” Simon mulled over this for a few moments. “Well I can’t say you didn’t do the right thing.” He said. “From now on, try not to involve yourself in that type of situation, Zayn. Are we clear on that?”


“Yes, sir.” I told him.


“Good.” Simon said. “And don’t forget, when you’re on Capital FM today, do not comment on anything regarding the incident last night, understood?”


“Yes, completely.” I said, inwardly groaning because I had completely forgotten about our performance of ‘One Thing’ live. Glancing at the clock I saw that it was just eleven and that we were to be there at four.


“Right. Well I’ll see you soon Zayn.” Simon said.


“See you.” I said, hanging up.


I sent a text message to Harry and Liam telling them that I’d talk to them when I saw them, not entirely wanting to get into things right then, especially with Harry. Tossing my phone onto the bed, I headed for the washroom to have a shower. As I feared, when I looked in the mirror, the punch I had received had resulted in a minor black eye, stinging as I prodded it. But as I told Leila, it had been worth it. As I jumped in the shower, I was far from relaxed; pondering over the strange feelings I had been having for Leila, still unable to get her voice out of my head, the vision of her on stage dressed as an angel. The only thing that I was grateful for was the fact that today, we would be singing over the radio and not in front of an audience of thousands.


Leila’s P.O.V:


Apparently Zayn Malik would not be the only one having to hide something from the public today. I stared incredulously into the mirror at the enormous hickey that had formed on my neck. My mind flashed back to Zayn planting hot kisses onto my neck causing a violent blush to appear on my cheeks. I raised my hand to my mouth in shock at the culprit’s identity.


“Shit.” I fumbled with my concealer, attempting to cover it up, however it was obvious that I would be forced to wear a scarf.


Looking down at my outfit, I frowned. I was wearing a pair of acid wash jeans paired with a yellow belt, a crop top with the batman logo on it, and had matched it with red chuck tailors. Hopefully a scarf would not look out of place. Searching through my drawers, I managed to locate a black scarf that went well enough with my outfit. Wrapping it around my neck, I looked into the mirror, satisfied that my neck would not be seeing the light of day until my hickey had fully disappeared.


Just then, there was a knock at the door. It must be Harry. Grabbing my purse, I ran to the door, swinging it open to Harry Styles himself.


I reached out and touched his face. “No beard this time?” I grinned at him stupidly.


“You enjoyed ripping it off far too much I think.” Harry grinned back, snaking his arms around my waist. Leaning in he placed a chaste kiss onto my lips.


“That I did.” I giggled evilly. “So what’s the plan for today?” I asked curiously.


“Well,” Harry began, taking my hand into his. “You’re finally going to get to hear me singing live.” His lips twitched upwards.


That could only mean one thing. “Really?! Where?” I asked in mock excitement.


“We’re going to be singing our song live on Capitol FM and give a small interview as well. I thought it would be nice for you to hear.” Harry said, swinging my hand with a smile.


“That sounds like fun.” I said wrapping my arms around Harry’s neck. As I nuzzled into his shoulder, I silently cursed my luck as well as Zayn Malik’s intrusive lips.




Capitol FM’s studio was spacious and airy. Walking in, Harry and I sat and chatted until the other boys began to arrive, my eyes darting to the door every time I heard it swing open. Niall sauntered in first, greeting me politely and then began to fill Harry in on all the details regarding the new girl he was seeing, Charlotte.


Niall then turned to me. “So Leila, you’re now known as the mystery girl eh?” He said winking at me.


“Mystery girl?!” I exclaimed.


Harry shot Niall a look that told him not to continue, but at that point it was too late.


“Oh no in the tabloids?” I asked, panicking.


 Niall looked at Harry, asking what to do wordlessly.


“Not just the tabloids…” Harry trailed off. “You’re sort of trending world wide on Twitter.”


It took a moment to wash over me. Leila Karim, a nameless stripper living in London who two weeks ago was a complete nobody, was now a topic to be discussed at the dinner table, or at least between preteen girls.


“Oh God!” I put my face into my hands.


“They don’t know your name though! And they don’t have even one proper photograph of you yet.” Harry added quickly at my distress.


“It’s just a matter of time.” I said, grimacing. “And how are your fans going to react to you dating a stripper?!” I whispered in hysterics.


“I don’t care how they react!” Harry said taking my hands into his. “If they really are true fans, they’ll be happy for me.” Harry smiled, shrugging.


I was about to speak when the door swung open. In came in Liam and Louis, followed lastly by Zayn. Taking a fleeting glance at me, he lowered his gaze, his eye noticeably more swollen than the previous night. Zayn was clad in a red and blue plaid shirt, khaki coloured pants, and matching black Nike high-tops. I averted my eyes, my mind returning to the night before, his hands running down my thighs.


Leila.” I remembered him whispering hoarsely.


I could hear Harry hiss in pain at the sight of Zayn’s eye.


“Zayn, man thank-you for sticking up for Leila.” Harry told him, putting his arm around me and pulling me close.


“Of course mate, don’t worry about it.” Zayn said with a smile, his voice revealing nothing about our escapades the previous night.


The four boys turned to me expectantly, waiting for me to say something.


“My hero.” I said finally with a small smile.


Louis barged in before Zayn could respond.


“Did you see #zayndontlookinthemirror was trending this morning? I admit, I laughed. Hard.” Louis revealed boisterously.


“Very funny.” Zayn said sarcastically. “I was actually on the verge of putting make-up on it when I saw it this morning.” Zayn joked.


We all laughed, me nervously chuckling and wishing that I was somewhere else, perhaps on stage where I could be with my thoughts. Zayn’s eyes fell on me, no expression on his face. Just then, the door swung open and Paul, the boys’ tour managed came in.


“Time for sound check boys.” He told them.


We all headed down to the studio area where the boys would be speaking with the live DJs and singing one of their songs. Zayn was walking far ahead of the rest of us, scrolling through his cell phone while I lagged further back, walking with Harry and Louis. Settling in, the boys and their guitarist crowded around the microphones in the studio, introducing themselves to the DJ while I sat behind a wall of glass where I’d be able to listen to them.


The DJ, a burly man with a shaved head began. “Good afternoon from Capitol FM everyone! As you have all been so eagerly anticipating, we have boy band One Direction here in the studio.”


Harry shot a quick wink in my direction. I waved back jovially.


“Hi everybody.” Liam said, the rest of the boys greeting the listeners.


“So how are you boys enjoying your success?” The DJ asked.


“It’s absolutely unbelievable. Being able to do what you love and having such great fans at the same time, it’s just amazing.” Niall said, looking at the other boys.


“We owe it all to you guys out there, so thank-you so much for always supporting us.” Harry said.


“So Zayn,” The DJ turned to face him. “That’s quite a shiner you’ve got there on your eye, would you like to comment on how you got it?” The DJ stated with a devious grin on his face.


Zayn played it cool, having no reaction whatsoever.


“All I’m going to say is that it hurts.” Zayn said casually with a smile, causing everyone to chuckle lightly.


“I’m sure it does. And would you like to crush any of the rumors that have been going around out there? Something about you leaving with Harry’s date?” The DJ asked as expected, looking back and forth between Harry and Zayn.


I began to sweat profusely, waiting for Zayn to answer.


“Now that, I have absolutely no comment on.” Zayn told the DJ resolutely.


“Alright well there you have it listeners! Now lads, which song will you be performing for us today?” The DJ inquired.


“It’s called ‘One Thing’.” Louis chirped happily.


The guitarist, who had sat through the interview silently, began to strum a flow of upbeat chords on the guitar.


Liam began.


I've tried playing it cool

But when I'm looking at you

I can’t ever be brave

'Cause you make my heart race.”


Harry’s beautiful voice resonated throughout the room. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.


Shot me out of the sky

You're my kryptonite

You keep making me weak

Yeah, frozen and can't breathe.”


Without warning, Zayn jumped in. His angelic voice, the voice I hadn’t heard for years nearly took my breath away. He held the microphone with both hands tightly, his eyes on the ground.


Something’s gotta give now

'Cause I’m dying just to make you say

That I need you here with me now”


Suddenly, Zayn looked up directly into my eyes as he sang the last line of his solo.


“'Cause you've got that one thing.”


My heart rate accelerated and I began to feel faint. What was he trying to do to me?


So get out, get out, get out of my head

And fall into my arms instead

I don't, I don't, don't know what it is

But I need that one thing


So get out, get out, get out of my mind

And come on, come into my life

I don't, I don't, don't know what it is

But I need that one thing

Yeah, you've got that one thing


The boys finished in perfect harmony. I clapped from behind the glass although I could not be heard.


“That was One Direction! Thank-you so much for stopping by boys.” The DJ concluded the segment, switching on a song.


The DJ recorded the boys repeating numerous renditions of “We’re One Direction, and we listen to Capitol FM” before they were free to go. Departing from the studio, the boys strolled into the room where I was sitting. Sliding in beside me, Harry took my hand into his.


“You guys were wonderful!” I told them, looking everywhere but at Zayn.


“Thanks babe.” Harry said, planting a soft kiss on my cheek.


A few minutes later, I was jovially speaking to Liam about my plans to show Danielle some of my moves when I felt someone tugging at my scarf.


“What is that?” I heard Harry say curiously, tugging it down. “Oops.” He said in realization of what he had exposed.


Looking down in shock, I saw that everyone was curiously examining my hickey.


“Well done, Harry.” Louis said, his voice thick with pride.


“Harry!” I gasped, pulling my scarf back up, but at that point it was too late. Everyone had seen including Zayn whose eyes were wide with shock.


“That is going to take at least a week to go away.” Liam said shaking his head sadly.


Harry burst into laughter. “I guess I got a little carried away last night.”


“Yes, you did.” I said glaring at Harry, causing him to laugh harder.


The boys fell into easy conversation once again, allowing me to steal a glance at Zayn, whose eyes were already on me. We held each other’s gaze momentarily before looking away, the both of us knowing fully well that someone other than Harry had been responsible for the bruised skin on my neck.

A/N: Thanks for reading and please review!

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