Harry:

I probably shouldn't be doing this after Zayn's warning.

But God I want to, so bad.

When I got into the strip club, the familiar smell hit me, it wasn't much of  a pleasant smell, with sweaty bodies and drunk people everywhere, but still, the smell of lust turns me on. The aura of being wanted and admired.

I know I'm late to my show, since I decided to sleep after coming back from Zayn's mansion, and I don't do naps, either a 4 hour sleep or no sleep at all.

But it's no big deal since I'm always late. I say, 'Whenever Harry Styles comes, It's the right time.'

The amount of money I bring into the club, makes up to that.

I walked to my room to change, seeing the girl stripper on stage about to finish, with only her panties on, so I better hurry. Not forgetting to wink to the DJ on my way, so he'd prepare a good song for me.

In my room, I stood in front of my closet. I had to be extra careful in my choice.

Tonight is the final show, I should wear the best sexiest outfit I can think of.

Since my buns were really firm and big, I tended to wear something to show them off, and finally I settled in a policewoman outfit, with booty shorts as a trouser and a whip instead of a stick.. although both could work.

I put the cap on, looking at myself in the mirror, umm.. some makeup and I'm done.

As I was about to put my lipstick on, my door flew open, and I let out a not so manly squeal.

A man with short brown hair and a very muscular body got in, and he let out the same sequel as me when he saw me, covering his crotch, since he was wearing a black boxer only.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know there's anyone here. I was fucking Mr. Tomlinson and he said this room is emp-"

"Woah TMI, who the hell are you? Have you ever heard of knocking?" I wouldn't lie I was scared he was one of those stupid stalkers that sneak inside the strippers' rooms.

One time, about half a year ago, a man probably on his forties, got into my room, and started bowing and prostrating in front of me, saying I'm his idol, while holding into my feet. I felt like I was Jesus for a second.

And another stripper was raped in his room, two years ago, so this truly could be dangerous. Where's the whip?

"I'm sorry," the boy apologized again, "Yes I heard of knocking, but I truly thought this room was empty."

"Yeah yeah I heard you saying that before, why are you here?" I eyed him, damn he has some fine abs.

"I'm Shawn, but Mr. Tomlinson said it's an ugly name, so I am Bello now,"

I laughed, Louis and his names, like Bello is better than Shawn.

I finished my makeup and I wanted to tease him a bit more,

"Do you know how to answer a question? Why the fuck are you here? Here, let me explain, kid. What. is that. you do. for you. to be here?" I took a pause between every two words, but am I getting mean? Let's hope not.

"Oh I'm the new stripper, I'm replacing one called Henry Stell or something."

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Holy Mary what?" He jumped at my screaming.

"It's Harry Styles you fucker."

"Yeah that was his na.. wait why are you talking to me like that?"

"Listen here Shoat, I'm Harry Styles and when you hear that name again, you show respect, it's true I'm taking a hiatus but I'll be back."

With that I angrily left him standing there, how could Louis replace me that fast? He thinks that ball of fatness would bring him money?

Shit who am I kiddin? He looked better than me, taller, more muscular and younger.

I bit down on my lip, no Styles you're stronger than this. Go and show everyone, especially Louis and his little new toy, who really owns the club.

As I was about to walk in, the DJ gestured for me to stand by the door, as the light went out, and I smirked I knew what was coming, in seconds I heard 'Buttons' entry and all lights were on me, as I got in with my full glory.

It's over for you bitches.

..

"Oh Harry, no one ever ever got that amount of money, you even beat youself. you were wild, W I L D." The money collector told me, while handing me ten thousand dollars.

"Just so Louis would know what he'd be missing." I smirked, as I finished counting my money again.

"Man, the way you rolled on the floor, or when you took your pants off, god.."

"Calm yourself, buddy. Don't want you getting hard in here." I chuckled, and he laughed along.

"Anyway Harry, you have many solo dance requests, I chose the best two for your final night, hot, rich and total tops."

I hummed in approval as I got into my shower.

..

The two were heavenly, probably the best I had in a long time, one of them looked just really like Zayn, but he actually appreciated my touches.

And my night was about to be over, I took another shower and was about to leave, but the open closet caught my eye.

The many outfits in there were like a trip down memory lane, they held so many stories.

For two years, and a couple of months, this club was my night home, but now I have to leave it for the first time.

My life before it was hell, I stumbled in the darkness until Louis found me, I'll always be grateful for him, but also I'll always be too scared to show it.

No feelings. No emotions. No weakness.

A knock on the door, took me out of my mind, my face was wet. I'm glad someone knocked. I don't like when I'm alone with my head.

"Come on in Shane, I know it's you."

He knocked again, probably scared since I shouted at him for not knocking earlier.

"You know I don't bite Sh-"

But I was stopped. In a more specific way, my tongue got tied, when my eyes met a pair of dark hazel eyes.

"Zayn!" My tongue finally decided to work, to utter his name.

"Yup Zayn, are you ready to be punished princess?"

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A/N: Hii boring right? I'm sorry It's just a fill-up chapter.

Harry is hiding just as much as Zayn, isn't he?

Who thought that Zayn would catch him in the strip club? I bet a lot of you did.

Thoughts on Shawn? He'd show again in the story.

I hope you like it just for a tiny bit? Thank you for reading.

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