Harry:

I waited for Zayn in the living room, trying to be invisible as much as possible by sitting the furthest from the rest of Zayn's family.

If you look at them, you'll notice something is off.

The girls talking to cousin Tom was the only -I guess- normal thing in this room.

Lottie left for some reason and I couldn't be more relieved.

This day has been pretty hectic already, I wish to never step into this house again. I mean let's count down,

Three unwelcoming people, two arguments, two who can fuck up my entire new thingy with Zayn, and one about to expose me now, and he's fucking staring at me.

Fuck off!

I thought I had enough watching Holland glaring so I decided to go and wait for Zayn by the door.

A few seconds later, Zayn came my way, his face looked much more happy than before, but like more angry?

"Ready?" I asked him, wanting to be leaving like now.

"Yeah, did you say goodbye to my family?"

Shit.

"I did yeah." I lied, the expensive carpet on the ground seemed so interesting right now, as I looked down.

"Alright, I'll go inside and say goodbye as we-"

"No!" I cut him off and he stared at me, probably waiting for an explanation.

"I mean, I already told them that for you, let's just leave."

He was about to say something, I could tell from his confused eyes, it's something like 'you're acting strange' or some shit.

"Zayn!"

Shit no no no!

Zayn turned around to face Holland who called out his name in the ugliest way you can pronounce Zayn's name, and it's not the time to think that.

Well, I think doctors are about to pronounce my death date.

I was about to get a stroke for how hard and fast my heart was beating.

"I want to tell you something before you leave," Holland smirked, and I really felt like opening the door and leaving, RUNNING.

"It's about Ha-"

"No! he doesn't need to tell you anything." I couldn't stay silent, I'm losing the first man -and most probably the last- who ever showed me any affection.

But I wanna thank all the angels above for sending one of them to earth,

"It's true, he doesn't need to tell you anything." Tom's voice was heard.

Holland looked at his brother in confusion and I wanted to step forward and kiss him for that.

"You sure?" Zayn asked, moving his gaze between the two brothers.

"Very sure yeah." Tom smiled and then looked at me and he nodded his head like 'I got you.'

I don't know how the hell did he know but I was so freaking glad for him now.

"Shall we leave, dear?" I asked Zayn and he nodded before he opened the door for me.

When we were out, I swear the air was that of freedom and I felt liberated at this moment.

When we got in his car, he grabbed my hand gently in his,

"Did I tell you how good you were for me today?"

Honestly I was in a good mood when I replied, "No, you actually did not, but you can start now, say how grateful you are for me." I smirked, and he rolled his eyes at me.

He dropped my hand to start the car, and I actually kinda liked the way his hand felt in mine.

It's weird how I went from being crept out of him to wanting his affection.

Maybe he's that kind of guy who won't show his true self to others, unless he's....?

I don't know.

But since I was in a good mood now, I wanted to do what I love to do in times like this,

"Zayn can I ask you something?"

"Demand."

"What?" Are we back to weird Zayn now that we left his family's home.

"I want you to demand, not ask. I'd do whatever you say."

Oh, who am I and why am I blushing.

"Thanks I guess," I cleared my throat, "Wait, are you saying this 'cause you think I'm thinking of sex?" I tried to joke.

He smirked.

Hell what gave him away that idea.

"Ha! Like you ever gonna let me touch you." I laughed but stopped when I saw his face dropping, a frown already took its way on his handsome face.

"But I mean you can touch me, so I guess it's a half win-win." I tried to offer.

Well, that didn't help.

"Anyway, I'll say it.. could we maybe go to the strip club?"

The way he turned to face me was so quick, I felt sorry for his neck.

"Please, Zayn. Let's have some fun."

"Why do you wanna go there? To Watch?"

"Ew no, I know them all too much, I wanna.. uhm.. dance maybe."

Wait for it, he'll throw a fit.

"Okay," he nodded.

See I told yo-

"Hold on, really?" I was not expecting that.

"Sure, but for me only."

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Here I am, in the place where I lose all of my fears, the place where the word 'whore' is meaningless.

Here, everyone is a whore for their own pleasure.

The place was packed just like I left it yesterday, it seemed like a long time since I've been here. Can't believe only  a day passed.

"Do you wanna change?" Zayn asked me and I shook my head.

"I'm gonna strip down." I answered and led him to one of the VIP tables.

"So you wanna do it in public but only for me?" Zayn whispered in my ear, opening the buttons of my shirt, before doing the same for himself.

I didn't answer but pushed him to fall on his ass, and I took my shirt off. Kicking both of my shoes off as well.

Britany Spears' voice never applied to me more, as I went along with the music.

This is me here, letting go of all the stress of my day, enjoying my time, dancing and with a nice guy.

Throwing all that people say to me; all the 'whore' words, behind my back, just I like I tossed those jeans.

Swinging my hips left and right, closing my eyes, losing myself in the music.. I felt his hand on my waist, pulling me into his lap, to dance there, the place that felt so familiar now, the place that never man-slutted me.

I kept moving my hips in circles on his lap, my crotch pressed to his, he looked into my eyes, before he put his hand on my hair, and pulled me to cry on his neck.

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Writer:

Zayn took Harry back to his home, he knew that Harry needed to let it all out, so he didn't think much before agreeing to go to the strip club.

He wished he had helped him in another way, but at that time, he didn't find anyone to help, and he wanted to help, but Louis.

So the strip club was the only option for Zayn, and being a stripper was the only choice for Harry.

Harry was jobless and homeless. So with a deal like Louis offered to male strippers, a deal with a place to stay and a job that pays you a load; Harry knew that he wanted to be a stripper; he needed to be one.

Harry was asleep in Zayn's arms, after he cried for half an hour straight, he was too exhausted to keep his eyes open until he got home.

Zayn carried him up his house and stood for a second in his empty hallway,

Should he put him in his room or in the room he prepared originally for him?

He thought for a second, while standing in that empty hallway, his boy in his arms, and nothing heard but the little snores leaving his plumb lips. Zayn felt at peace for the first time in thirteen years.

He walked the stairs slowly to his room.

Putting the boy down gently on his bed before he took his shirt and trousers off, and laid quietly behind the green-eyed boy.

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It was at three am when it happened, no wonder it's called the devil's hour.

It started with little shakes, little 'No'es and some sweat on our boys foreheads.

Then it turned to quick movements, quite shouts of 'Leave me alone' and more sweat.

Our boys were both having nightmares.

With tears streaming down their faces, and with the bed sheet about to be ripped.

No one was there to wake them up,

Not even themselves.

"Please no, dad."

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