Mask || Harry Styles AU

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c h a p t e r  t h r e e
DROP
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Song for this chapter:
I bet that you look good on the Dancefloor by the Arctic Monkey
TW: mention of drugs

HARRY STYLES

Friday

Ugh, Friday. I fucking hate Fridays. The club is always absolutely packed and people get at least ten times more pissed than any other night of the week, including Saturday.
We've only been open for three months now and I'm already bored. Why the hell am I running a club? Maison really thought this would keep me out of trouble?

"Styles!"

I hear the familiar upbeat voice calling my name and immediately roll my eyes. A few seconds later and I see Niall in front of me.

"Hey dude," I say as he slides into the booth. Niall's my right hand man at this place, the only person I trust to run it when I'm out of the city. Although he's only here on weekends, he's amazing at management.

"Hey, look I think we need to put another person behind the bar tonight. We open in an hour and there's already a massive queue out back,"

"Yeah sure, good thinking. Do we have anyone spare though?"

"Yeah, I was thinking Marcus, he worked behind the bar in one of Maison's places last year so he'd probably be okay?"

"Yeah fine. Ask Leah to call him and get him down here,"

"Will do boss," he says smirking and walking away.

Although running Cargo isn't exactly what I want to be doing with my time, it's better than the shit he had me doing before. It's actually a cool place, when I first took over it was empty which meant I could design it however I wanted. Not gonna lie, I did a pretty good job.

Walking down to the bar I pour myself a whiskey and check out each of the stations, ensuring everyone's in the right place and doing what they should.

After shouting at at least six people I make my way back to my booth. The mezzanine was definitely one of my best additions to this place seeing as it allows me to sit and watch over the entire club without being rammed into by sweaty, drunk dancers every five minutes. I also made sure to sit in the same booth every night because that way people know not to.

A few minutes later and the whiskey's gone. My phone starts to vibrate so I look at the caller ID and pick up.

"Styles, the drop's here. We're out at the back entrance," he says down the line.

"Jesus fuck, finally. What took so long?" 

"Sorry mate, Maison screwed up the address again and sent the guys down to the old pickup."

"Yeah well no fuck'n surprise there," I mutter under my breath.

Zayn laughs and I hang up the phone, making my way down to the main floor. I pass Leah on the way and tell her to come down with me.
We both head towards the last set of stairs and past the bathrooms to the back 'employees only' exit. I take the set of keys from my pocket and unlock the door, being met with Zayn standing on the other side along with four tattooed guys carrying crates. I let them in and they place each one down in the storage room before swiftly leaving. Leah starts checking the product in each of the crates while Zayn and I head back upstairs.

"You staying tonight?" I ask as we pass the bar.

"Yeah, it's my little sisters birthday so she's coming with her friends and asked me to make an appearance, plus I wanna keep an eye out," he says. That's something I really admire about Zayn, he genuinely cares for the people in his life. "You know the type of shit that goes down here and she has a tendency to get black out drunk every weekend." He finishes rolling his eyes.

I chuckle and shake my head, "Niall's gonna be here tonight too and I think Louis' stopping by later."

"Looks like we're in for a good night then," Zayn says smiling.

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Three hours later and I'm still sat in the booth drinking. Niall has some girl under his arm, Louis' downing at least his fifteenth shot and Zayn's stood a few feet away shouting at his sister like he's her dad for something.
Bored out of my mind, I pull the baggy out of my pocket and start lining up the white powder on the table using the metal tag on my chain.
The boys notice and each look at me excitedly.

"Whoo, fuck, you always have the best stuff," Niall says as he pulls bank notes from his wallet.

"God, I need this," Louis replies taking a note from Niall.

Niall then passes one to me and then the girl that's now practically on top of him.

We each roll up the cash and lean over the lines, inhaling them quickly. I feel the familiar burn up my nose and shake my head as a distraction.

Soon after Niall and the blonde start making out so Louis and I avert our attention to the dance floor, talking and laughing about shit I can't even remember.

After a while I loose my train of thought when I notice a girl on the lower floor dancing. There's something about her that just looks so free, like she doesn't have a care in the world. Moving her hips back and forth to the music, I watch as she closes her eyes. Fucking hell that girl is sexy. I scoot closer to the railing, resting my elbows on the metal, to get a better view. I watch incredulously as the girl continuously moves her body seductively in time to the music, yet I get the feeling she isn't trying to. She looks as though she's simply dancing for her, as if she's the only person in the room. It's enchanting.

"Styles, you still there mate?" I suddenly feel Louis's hand on my shoulder, suddenly pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Ugh, yeah right, totally," I mutter absentmindedly in response, honestly having no idea what he was talking about.

Louis just chuckles while shaking his head and takes another sip of his drink.

Why the fuck am I acting like this?

It must be the coke screwing with my head, or I'm just horny. That's probably it, I just need to fuck someone.

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AN

Soooo, that was Harry's POV, hope you liked it. I know you didn't really fine out a whole lot about him but don't worry we will soon.
Also, any guesses on who he was watching ;))
That's a joke, I know it was obvious that it was Skye...

Anyways, next chapter will be back to Skye's POV, bye!! Xx

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