My Step-Brother Is A Stripper || Larry Stylinson

6- 358

"Are you going to keep not talking to me and whining the whole time?" Zayn asked, half drunk, to his two friends.

Harry huffed and almost tripped over his own feet, and "we were starting to have fun and you screwed it up" he replied.

"Sorry, but that guy deserved it," Zayn shrugged.

"But maybe you could have tried to resolve it by talking instead of punching him in the face," Liam said, holding on to Harry so he wouldn't fall.

"No, I did right," Zayn replied.

Let me explain.

Harry, Liam and Zayn had gone to a pub near Liam's house, and they even had fun for a while. They drank, in fact they're a bit drunk now, they danced and Liam had even impressed a girl.

A few girls even approached Harry, but ter hedgehog always pushed them away, not really interested.

The fact is that while Harry was having a shot and meanwhile dancing, Zayn ran up to him, grabbed his arm, and quickly dragged him out of the club, followed by Liam.

Basically, Zayn had seen a guy pestering a girl. That boy, after the girl asked him to leave several times, put his hand on her butt, and Zayn went up to him and punched him in the face.

The problem was that that boy was almost twice Zayn, and as soon as he recovered from the punch, Zayn started running and the boy chased him all over the pub, and the bouncers kicked him, Harry and Liam out of the pub.

And now the three boys found themselves drunk, alone, at midnight.

Well, they weren't too drunk, but they weren't sober either. "What are we going to do now? I don't want to go home yet," Liam said.

Zayn then suggested they might look for a venue nearby, so Harry picked up the phone and looked on google maps if there were any venues still open nearby.

"There's one about a hundred meters from here, otherwise there's another one about three kilometers away" he said reading his phone.

"Let's go to the closest one," Zayn said and all three nodded.

In about five minutes, the boys found themselves in front of the club, and Harry frowned in confusion "the sun" read the sign "wasn't this a gay strip club?" he asked the two friends about him. Zayn and Liam looked at Harry with raised eyebrows, and "what?" He asked.

Zayn shrugged, and "no, I was just wondering how you knew that," he said.

"I've heard it around," Harry replied. "Shall we go to the one three kilometers away?"

"You go, I'm fine with this one" Liam said, approaching the door of the club, followed by Zayn. "Aren't you coming?" He asked the hedgehog when he saw that he wasn't moving.

"No, I-" Harry furrowed his eyebrows, "did you hear me? It's a gay strip club," he said, marking the word gay.

The two looked at each other and shrugged "as long as they have drinks, then it's ok for me" said Zayn "and then, don't knock something 'till you try it" he laughed, entering the club together with Liam.

Harry stood outside the building, considering whether to go in or not. He didn't want to, but he also didn't want to be outside alone waiting for them.

He snorted and entered the strip club too, joining his friends. In the end, he could even just take some drinks.

The three boys went to the counter where a blond boy in only boxers was working. "Hey, three new faces?" The blond asked. "Hi, I'm Niall, what can I bring you?" Everyone replied with the drink he wanted, and after a few minutes Niall returned with their drinks in hand "there you go" he said passing them to them, along with three slips of paper.

"What are these?" Liam asked Niall pointing to one of the papers.

"Every Tuesday there is a drawing. The number that is called will win a private dance with him" he replied, pointing to the stage.

Harry turned and looked at the stage, where he saw a boy, practically naked, sensually dancing on a stage.

He saw that the stripper had tattoos, but he couldn't distinguish them very well because of the distance. He was wearing a face mask and a thong covered in gold glitter (hehe, see what I did here :) sorry, I'll stop).

Harry didn't even notice he was stunned, until he was snapped back to reality when Zayn snapped his fingers in front of his eyes "Are you still with us?"

Harry shook his head and looked at his best friend "huh?" He asked him, not understanding what he had said.

Zayn looked at the stage and then back at Harry, a smirk on his face. "Maybe you can win," he told him, handing him one of the tickets.

Harry took it and read the number written on it. 328. The hedgehog sighed and put the note in his pocket, not caring that much.

The three boys went and sat down at one of the tables that were free and ordered more alcohol.

Harry was still looking at the stage where the same boy from earlier was still dancing, when a boy walked up to the table and whispered something in Zayn's ear.

The Pakistani grinned a little and stood up, following the boy. "Wait, where are you going?" Harry stopped him.

Zayn shrugged and smiled "have fun for a day Haz" he said and then left with the unknown boy.

"Relax Harold" He heard Liam say.

Harry raised his head and looked at Liam and snorted "Zayn shouldn't go with a boy, it's against nature" he muttered to himself.

Liam sighed and sat down next to his friend "You seriously need to relax. It'll do you good" he said before getting up and going dancing in the middle of the big room full of people.

Harry was then left alone, and felt uncomfortable, not knowing what to do.He drank another glass of whiskey and tried to distract himself by looking at the same boy who was still on stage.

The music was blasting when it stopped abruptly, and so was the dancer. "Okay, hello everyone," the boy said, speaking into a microphone, and panting from all the dancing he had to do. "Each of you should have a number" he said, and everyone nodded "well, you should all know the rules, but let's repeat them anyway" he said taking a deep breath and taking a sip of water from the bottle he had at the edge of the stage " Now I'm going to draw a number, the person who has that number has to go to Niall and hand him the note, and he'll take you to a room, where you'll have a private dance done by me, completely free." Everyone in the room clapped and cheered.

Harry sighed and reached for the note he had in his pocket, so as not to sit around doing nothing.

A guy came on stage, gave the guy a box and walked away. "So, the lucky one is..." the stripper reached into the box and pulled out a small piece of paper. He opened it and read what was written on it "328!" (Wow, we would have never expected that)