Heaven Is
Part One
“I’m still not sure about this, lads,” Liam says nervously as he plops down on the couch in One Direction’s suite. “I just feel… dirty—already!”
“C’mon, Liam, stop being such a prude,” Louis teases, grinning and slapping Liam’s knee. “It’s your 20th birthday and we want to take you out somewhere special.” He raises an eyebrow.
“I get that,” Liam says. “But do we have to go out to a strip club? Those places are filthy!”
Niall sits down on the couch across from Louis and Liam. “But think about all the pretty ladies!” Niall rounds his hands a few inches apart from his chest. “You’ll have a great time!”
“But I’m only 20—it’s not like I can drink,” Liam points out. “We’re in the States!”
Zayn slides onto the arm on the couch where Niall is sitting. “It’s a strip club and we’re One Direction—I’m sure they’ll slip us at least a couple drinks.” Zayn smiles mischievously.
Harry then enters the room from the bathroom where he was fixing his hair up. “Ready to go, lads?”
“I’m not so sure,” Louis snaps, giving an unhappy look toward Liam. “It’s seems Mr. Payne here doesn’t feel right about this whole thing.”
“Liam, it’ll be fine, trust me,” Harry assures his band mate. “Just try it out. If you don’t like it, we can leave, I promise.” Harry puts his hand over his heart.
Liam sits there, pondering his decision. He has never been to a strip club before and his best friends have never steered him wrong before. Maybe he really does need this. He has been single for a while now and it would be nice to let loose for once.
“…Alright, I’ll go,” Liam sighs, slapping his hand against his thighs and standing up.
“Yes!” All the other guys say in unison, pumping their fists.
The young men exit the hotel suite and make their way down the elevator. During the ride to the lobby, the rest of the guys pulls out the $1 bills from their pockets and begin counting them out. But Liam just stands there quietly, twiddling his thumbs.
“You rented a limo?” Liam exclaims once they step out onto the sidewalk.
Niall puts his arm around Liam’s shoulders. “Of course! It’s your birthday! It wouldn’t be a celebration without a limo!” He smiles humorously.
Louis opens the limousine door. “After you, Birthday Boy!”
Liam steps into the limo, sliding to the far side next to the window. He props his chin on his hand and stares through the glass at the city life around. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this, he thinks to himself.
“Here we are,” the driver announces as he pulls up to an worn down building.
The guys scramble out of the car and take a look around. There is a giant neon sign that says SENSATIONS above them. Behind the wording is a hot pink star wearing red high heels. The parking lot is crammed with cars. And when the boys walk up to the door, Liam notices a poster for a dancer named Heaven, and that she will be featured tonight.
The music booms in the background as the guys enter the strip club. Men are howling and drooling over the dancers on stage. It disturbs Liam. The young gentlemen find a couple of couches at center stage and take a seat. Niall and Zayn are on the loveseat to the right and Liam, Louis and Harry are on the couch. All the guys are grinning feverishly except for Liam, who is pouting like a small child.
“Lighten up, Liam,” Louis scolds, playfully punching his friend’s shoulder.
“Seriously, Liam; let go for once!” Niall shouts over the music, checking out a waitress’ behind as she walks past him. He gives a thumbs up to Zayn.
Suddenly, the lights go down. “Ooh, the show is starting!” Louis claps his hands together and nestles in comfortably on the couch. Liam rolls his eyes.
“Fellas,” a charismatic voice announces over the loudspeaker. “Put your hands together for tonight’s featured dancer, Heaven!”
Sparks fly across the stage as a silhouette of woman appears at the back of the stage and the introduction of “Kiss You” by One Direction begins playing. All five guys’ jaws drop and they lean forward.
“Um, Louis, is that our song?” Harry asks.
“I do believe it is,” Louis answers.
Heaven turns around once the first verse begins. She prances down the catwalk, her heels clicking against the stage. She waves to some guys who are hooting and hollering at her. Her dark brunette curls pounce up and down against her back. Once she’s at the end of the stage, she grips the pole and swings herself around it. Heaven drops it low, shaking her ass. She brings it back up and leans her back up against the pole. Sliding down it, she kicks her legs up in the air. Then she jumps up, making her way back up the stage, unzipping the netted shirt she is wearing to reveal her black leather push-up bra.
“We love you, Heaven!” A man screams from the crowd.
“I love you too!” Heaven yells back with a grin.
Heaven faces the crowd, bending over and placing her hands on her knees; she then twerks beautifully with such precision and ease. Heaven pops back up and cartwheels down the catwalk. She whips her body around the dancer’s pole and with her legs out in a V-shape, she climbs up it. She wraps her legs around the pole and bends backwards.
“Wow, she’s amazing,” Louis mutters.
Liam glances at his band mate just for a second, not wanting to look away from Heaven. She was absolutely mesmerizing. Liam had always had a thing for dancers—but none like this. She dances and moves around the stage with such grace. She was beautiful. Liam had to see more. But before he knows it, Heaven freezes and the music ceases. The lights on stage go down and the house lights come up.
“That was brilliant!” Zayn exclaims. “Don’t you think, Liam?”
Liam knows that if acts out how he is truly feeling that he will never hear the end of it from his fellow band members. “It was alright; she’s obviously a superior athlete,” he says nonchalantly, shrugging.
“You’re mental!” Harry says, pushing Liam’s shoulder.
“That was one of the best performances I’ve ever seen!” Niall exclaims. “And to our song! I wonder who her favorite member is…” Niall taps his finger against his chin.
“Oh, I’m definitely her favorite,” Zayn says confidently.
“Are you kidding me?” Niall says with disgust. “She’s totally a Niall girl!”
“Well, let’s see about this!” Zayn taps the arm of a passing waitress. “Is there any possibility that we could speak to Heaven? We need her to settle a debate.” He flashes a brilliant smile.
“That’ll be twenty bucks,” the waitress says, snapping her gum.
“Sure thing,” Zayn says smoothly, pulling a $20 bill out of his wallet and sliding it into the waitress’s thigh-highs.
A few minutes later, the beautiful and talented Heaven comes toward One Direction, but she freezes in her steps when she realizes who she’s supposed to settle a debate for. She inhales deeply and then exhales. She then skips her way over to the couches.
“Hey, guys, what can I do for you?” Heaven asks happily, leaning on the arms of the couches between Liam and Zayn. Liam glances up and then quickly looks away from Heaven, too embarrassed to risk the chance of making eye contact.
“We have a question for you,” Niall says, drooling a little bit.
“Shoot.”
“You’re obviously a fan of us and we were wondering who your favorite member of One Direction is?” Zayn asks.
Heaven stares into Zayn’s, then Niall’s, Louis’ and finally Harry’s eyes as they wait in anticipation for her answer. But when she gets to Liam, she is sad to see that he isn’t looking up at her. Guys always were staring googly eyes at her! But not Liam Payne; but she knows it really shouldn’t surprise her.
“I don’t have a favorite,” she finally answers, shaking her head.
“What?!” Niall and Zayn exclaim together.
“C’mon, Heaven,” Harry says. “You’ve got have a favorite.”
But Heaven’s attention is on Liam. She leans down to Liam’s eye level, retracting her cleavage. “Are you okay?” She asks kindly.
“I’m fine,” Liam mumbles.
“Oh, don’t mind him,” Louis assures her. “He’s just being a prude.”
Heaven thinks for a moment. She hated to see a guy who was here against his will. “Hey, how about you and I go to the back rooms?” She suggests to Liam.
“C’mon, Liam, stop being such a prude,” Louis teases, grinning and slapping Liam’s knee. “It’s your 20th birthday and we want to take you out somewhere special.” He raises an eyebrow.
“I get that,” Liam says. “But do we have to go out to a strip club? Those places are filthy!”
Niall sits down on the couch across from Louis and Liam. “But think about all the pretty ladies!” Niall rounds his hands a few inches apart from his chest. “You’ll have a great time!”
“But I’m only 20—it’s not like I can drink,” Liam points out. “We’re in the States!”
Zayn slides onto the arm on the couch where Niall is sitting. “It’s a strip club and we’re One Direction—I’m sure they’ll slip us at least a couple drinks.” Zayn smiles mischievously.
Harry then enters the room from the bathroom where he was fixing his hair up. “Ready to go, lads?”
“I’m not so sure,” Louis snaps, giving an unhappy look toward Liam. “It’s seems Mr. Payne here doesn’t feel right about this whole thing.”
“Liam, it’ll be fine, trust me,” Harry assures his band mate. “Just try it out. If you don’t like it, we can leave, I promise.” Harry puts his hand over his heart.
Liam sits there, pondering his decision. He has never been to a strip club before and his best friends have never steered him wrong before. Maybe he really does need this. He has been single for a while now and it would be nice to let loose for once.
“…Alright, I’ll go,” Liam sighs, slapping his hand against his thighs and standing up.
“Yes!” All the other guys say in unison, pumping their fists.
The young men exit the hotel suite and make their way down the elevator. During the ride to the lobby, the rest of the guys pulls out the $1 bills from their pockets and begin counting them out. But Liam just stands there quietly, twiddling his thumbs.
“You rented a limo?” Liam exclaims once they step out onto the sidewalk.
Niall puts his arm around Liam’s shoulders. “Of course! It’s your birthday! It wouldn’t be a celebration without a limo!” He smiles humorously.
Louis opens the limousine door. “After you, Birthday Boy!”
Liam steps into the limo, sliding to the far side next to the window. He props his chin on his hand and stares through the glass at the city life around. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this, he thinks to himself.
“Here we are,” the driver announces as he pulls up to an worn down building.
The guys scramble out of the car and take a look around. There is a giant neon sign that says SENSATIONS above them. Behind the wording is a hot pink star wearing red high heels. The parking lot is crammed with cars. And when the boys walk up to the door, Liam notices a poster for a dancer named Heaven, and that she will be featured tonight.
The music booms in the background as the guys enter the strip club. Men are howling and drooling over the dancers on stage. It disturbs Liam. The young gentlemen find a couple of couches at center stage and take a seat. Niall and Zayn are on the loveseat to the right and Liam, Louis and Harry are on the couch. All the guys are grinning feverishly except for Liam, who is pouting like a small child.
“Lighten up, Liam,” Louis scolds, playfully punching his friend’s shoulder.
“Seriously, Liam; let go for once!” Niall shouts over the music, checking out a waitress’ behind as she walks past him. He gives a thumbs up to Zayn.
Suddenly, the lights go down. “Ooh, the show is starting!” Louis claps his hands together and nestles in comfortably on the couch. Liam rolls his eyes.
“Fellas,” a charismatic voice announces over the loudspeaker. “Put your hands together for tonight’s featured dancer, Heaven!”
Sparks fly across the stage as a silhouette of woman appears at the back of the stage and the introduction of “Kiss You” by One Direction begins playing. All five guys’ jaws drop and they lean forward.
“Um, Louis, is that our song?” Harry asks.
“I do believe it is,” Louis answers.
Heaven turns around once the first verse begins. She prances down the catwalk, her heels clicking against the stage. She waves to some guys who are hooting and hollering at her. Her dark brunette curls pounce up and down against her back. Once she’s at the end of the stage, she grips the pole and swings herself around it. Heaven drops it low, shaking her ass. She brings it back up and leans her back up against the pole. Sliding down it, she kicks her legs up in the air. Then she jumps up, making her way back up the stage, unzipping the netted shirt she is wearing to reveal her black leather push-up bra.
“We love you, Heaven!” A man screams from the crowd.
“I love you too!” Heaven yells back with a grin.
Heaven faces the crowd, bending over and placing her hands on her knees; she then twerks beautifully with such precision and ease. Heaven pops back up and cartwheels down the catwalk. She whips her body around the dancer’s pole and with her legs out in a V-shape, she climbs up it. She wraps her legs around the pole and bends backwards.
“Wow, she’s amazing,” Louis mutters.
Liam glances at his band mate just for a second, not wanting to look away from Heaven. She was absolutely mesmerizing. Liam had always had a thing for dancers—but none like this. She dances and moves around the stage with such grace. She was beautiful. Liam had to see more. But before he knows it, Heaven freezes and the music ceases. The lights on stage go down and the house lights come up.
“That was brilliant!” Zayn exclaims. “Don’t you think, Liam?”
Liam knows that if acts out how he is truly feeling that he will never hear the end of it from his fellow band members. “It was alright; she’s obviously a superior athlete,” he says nonchalantly, shrugging.
“You’re mental!” Harry says, pushing Liam’s shoulder.
“That was one of the best performances I’ve ever seen!” Niall exclaims. “And to our song! I wonder who her favorite member is…” Niall taps his finger against his chin.
“Oh, I’m definitely her favorite,” Zayn says confidently.
“Are you kidding me?” Niall says with disgust. “She’s totally a Niall girl!”
“Well, let’s see about this!” Zayn taps the arm of a passing waitress. “Is there any possibility that we could speak to Heaven? We need her to settle a debate.” He flashes a brilliant smile.
“That’ll be twenty bucks,” the waitress says, snapping her gum.
“Sure thing,” Zayn says smoothly, pulling a $20 bill out of his wallet and sliding it into the waitress’s thigh-highs.
A few minutes later, the beautiful and talented Heaven comes toward One Direction, but she freezes in her steps when she realizes who she’s supposed to settle a debate for. She inhales deeply and then exhales. She then skips her way over to the couches.
“Hey, guys, what can I do for you?” Heaven asks happily, leaning on the arms of the couches between Liam and Zayn. Liam glances up and then quickly looks away from Heaven, too embarrassed to risk the chance of making eye contact.
“We have a question for you,” Niall says, drooling a little bit.
“Shoot.”
“You’re obviously a fan of us and we were wondering who your favorite member of One Direction is?” Zayn asks.
Heaven stares into Zayn’s, then Niall’s, Louis’ and finally Harry’s eyes as they wait in anticipation for her answer. But when she gets to Liam, she is sad to see that he isn’t looking up at her. Guys always were staring googly eyes at her! But not Liam Payne; but she knows it really shouldn’t surprise her.
“I don’t have a favorite,” she finally answers, shaking her head.
“What?!” Niall and Zayn exclaim together.
“C’mon, Heaven,” Harry says. “You’ve got have a favorite.”
But Heaven’s attention is on Liam. She leans down to Liam’s eye level, retracting her cleavage. “Are you okay?” She asks kindly.
“I’m fine,” Liam mumbles.
“Oh, don’t mind him,” Louis assures her. “He’s just being a prude.”
Heaven thinks for a moment. She hated to see a guy who was here against his will. “Hey, how about you and I go to the back rooms?” She suggests to Liam.
I love this please carry on
12/28/13