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The deep red curtain was drawn across the front of the stage, so no one was able to see past it to where the stage was set-up. It wasn't anything too special, unlike tomorrow night's performance which would be much more exciting.

Luxure had two separate stages, each in different rooms of the club. The stage I'd be performing on tonight was for regular dances, like strip pole teases, for example. The other room had the more bigger and luxurious stage, which was typically used when an entire scenery was set up.

Standing behind the curtain, I prepared to face a crowd of people who came to the club tonight. My thumbs were tucked under the waistband of the incredibly tight silver shorts I was wearing, the golden pole standing directly in front of me. My head was facing down, with my curls falling loosely past my face.

Definitely a different life compared to Marcel.

Trey Songz, Na Na, began to play through the loud speaker, the curtain slowly being pulled open to reveal me standing behind it. A smirk made it's way onto my lips when I heard the audience cheering.

Taking small strides around the golden pole, I let my thumbs teasingly pull down along the waistband of my shorts, sending the crowd absolutely wild.

I shook my head, flicking my curls back from my face as I took a good grasp on the pole, my fingers able to wrap all the way around it. I stepped closer to the pole, leaving space between my chest and the metal as I let my front grind up against it sloppily. My hips followed through with the rhythm of the song, before turning around and leaning back against the metal.

I reached both of my hands up behind my head, grabbing the bar before sliding down slowly, letting my back arch off of the cold for effect. The effect noticeably worked, the front row going insane as a few dollar bills were tossed up in my direction.

To add up a little more spice, I let go of the pole with one of my hands, my hand sliding down my torso and over my front, gripping firmly. Normally, this would've had an effect. But after being in this business I had to learn to be semi-professional.

I could see a few guys around my age sitting at a round table, so I decided to bend a few rules of tonight's routine.

Walking away from the golden pole, I stepped off the stage and onto one of the tables where a group of lads were sitting. Their table was thankfully cleared as I stepped on it, grabbing the silver pole that led up through the middle of the table.

While grinding down on the pole, I could feel one of the guys reaching up to touch me. Shaking my head and glancing down at him with that 'hungry' look, I lightly tapped his hand away.

After stepping down onto the ground, I let my fingers brush just over his shoulder as I climbed back onto the stage, resuming my position behind the pole as the song came to a quick close.

Dollar bills scattered about on the stage floor in my view, before the red curtain blinded my view from the audience once again. As usual, someone would help collect the tips and deliver it to my dressing room.

"That was great out there, Harry!" Zayn congratulated me with a pat on the back. "You had that guy in the crowd absolutely fuming in the hottest way possible."

"Oh shut up." I laughed, removing the tie from around my neck as I headed down the hall to my dressing room.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him!" Zayn called out, as his performance on stage was next, the lad already dressed and ready to go as he headed the opposite direction out towards the stage, where he'd wait offstage until it was setup.

When returning back to my dressing room, I tossed the red tie aside, thankfully changing out of the skin tight shorts and into better pants and a loose button-up. I had stored some of my clothes from home in my dressing room's closet, just for after performance purposes.

Time to go get a drink or two.

I walked into the main lounge, where the bars were located as well as a crowd of people. My eyes instantly landed on Calvin.

"Harry!" Calvin lifted his glass in my direction as he saw me, before taking a small gulp of the burning liquid.

"Hey, Cal." I laughed, noticing another figure next beside him, but his back was facing in my direction so I couldn't tell who it was. The newbie, more than likely.

"Great performance. Never fail to disappoint." Calvin's words were slurred, though he was still standing and conscious.

Taking the free stool next to him, I ordered a simple vodka mixed with a chaser to help ease the burning.

"So, Calvin, Zayn told me there's a new staff member?" Right then, the newbie's head turned and I got a view of who it was.

No fucking way-

"Harry, this is Liam." Calvin introduced. "Liam, this is Harry, our finest stripper here at Luxure."

My jaw would've hit the ground right then and there, but I almost forgot that only Marcel knew Liam, not Harry. At least not yet, anyways.

"Nice to meet you, lad." I nodded my head in a form of greeting, Liam doing the same with that puppy dog smile. "You as well."

I surely hadn't expected Liam to work here, out of all places. Although, he certainly had the body shape for the job; guess all those after school hours in the campus fitness center pay off after awhile.

He just didn't pull off to me as a stripper.. or gay, for that matter. but i suppose everything isn't as it seems.

"Harry, mate, you look like you've just seen a ghost."

I snapped back into my sense of reality, shaking my head to myself. "Sorry," I chuckled, trying to play it off cool. "Still buzzing from my performance."

"You look awfully familiar," Liam pointed out, his eyebrows knitting together while he looked over at me. His fingertips tapped against the glass of his drink and my throat went dry, figuring that I already managed to blow my cover. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

I shook my head, a bit too fast for convincing. Even Calvin wasn't drunk enough to not know how I was feeling right then and there. Calvin knew about the 'double life' deal, of course, and was surprisingly okay with it when I mentioned the fact during my interview. The only thing he wasn't aware of completely was that Marcel and Liam both attended university together. "I haven't seen you ever before in my life." I replied with a timid smile.

Liam laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "Probably just had a bit too much to drink."

Calvin gave me that look that said, 'we'll discuss this, later', and I knew I'd have to bring up how I possibly knew Liam from somewhere else.

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"So he goes to school with you?" Calvin was sobered up enough to have a conversation later that night, after Liam headed home and was assigned his first day of work to be this weekend.

"Well, with Marcel." I sighed, pushing some of my curls back away from my face.

Calvin ran his hand over his face, letting out a small groan under his breath. "Damn, mate. I had no idea."

"It's okay, really, Cal. I just gotta make sure to be careful so he doesn't figure out who I am."

"Why are you so persistent on having a fake identity, anyways? Eventually the word's going to get around that famous stripper, Harry Styles, is normal uni-student, Marcel Edwards." Calvin tried to reason, but I only shook my head.

"To have a normal life. Nobody would treat me the same if they knew who I really was. Whether the outcome be a positive or negative way, I just want to be able to attend a normal college with normal people. I want to be known for a normal guy, not someone who's famous just because he knows how to sway his hips around a golden rod and is on almost every playboy magazine."

"And what are you going to do if Marcel, or even Harry, gets a boyfriend? Are you just going to hide the other part of you from him?" Calvin raised an eyebrow, taking a sip from his glass of water that helped a ton with sobering him up.

That silenced me, my gaze falling to my lap. What would I do if I ended up with a boyfriend? I couldn't just hide a secret as big as that, could I?

"I guess we'll just have to take it day by day."

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It's been so long. My apologies.
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