My Step-Brother Is A Stripper || Larry Stylinson

7- i liked it

"328!" Harry frowned and looked at his note. It was him the 328. "Ok then, I'll wait for you in the room, whoever you are" said the stripper, getting off the stage and leaving.

All the rest of the people grunted when they saw they hadn't been drawn, and Harry saw Zayn approaching him. "Weren't you the 328?" He asked and Harry nodded "go then"

Harry shook his head and handed the note to Zayn "you can go"

Zayn snorted and lifted Harry's arm. "Haz, go and have fun" he told him.

"No no, I- I can't, it's wrong"

His friend rolled his eyes and put his hands on his shoulders "Okay, let's do this" he said looking him in the eyes "you go into that room, you have that dance, and then if you don't like it, we'll pretend like nothing ever happened, huh?"

"I can't-"

"Go," Zayn interrupted, pushing Harry towards the counter.

Harry almost didn't stumble and fell to the floor, but walked over to the counter anyway, the number in his hands. "Um, sorry?" he called Niall.

The blond turned towards him and smiled "yes? Do you want something to drink?" He asked him.

"Oh, no, um... I have this," he replied handing the note to Niall.

Niall took it, read the number and smiled "Oh, looks like luck is on your side today" he said, tossing the note in a bin "Ok, follow me" Niall opened a door for him which Harry entered, and carried him into the behind the club, where the private rooms were. "Stay here, he'll be right here. Have fun," he said to Harry once they entered one of the bedrooms, and left, closing the door behind him.

Harry was left alone and looked around himself, rubbing his hands on his trousers, not knowing what else to do.

He looked around and didn't know whether to sit down or not. There was in the center of the room a pole on which the dancers danced, and a large sofa towards the wall.

The light was red and intimidating. Harry sighed and decided to sit down.

Meanwhile Louis was in the locker room, so he was taking a quick shower, just to keep from smelling. In fact after five minutes he was already done, and he was getting dressed for that private dance that he had to do.

He was exhausted, but he couldn't say no, because if he didn't, then his boss would get angry, and he didn't want that.

Louis was buttoning his white silk shirt when Niall entered. "Are you ready?" The blond asked him.

Louis nodded and walked over to his friend "please tell me he's not a disgusting 50 year old"

Niall laughed and shook his head "more of a very attractive 18 year old" he replied.

Louis sighed relieved and thanked him "which room did you take him to?" he asked.

"Room 9," Niall replied. Louis nodded and walked out of the locker room. "Try not to fuck him, you whore" he yelled at him in a playful tone.

"I won't promise you anything Nello, you know how much I love to fuck" Louis replied laughing as he approached room number 9.

Once he arrived in front of the room, he took a deep breath, and opened it, and it almost didn't strike him when he saw the person who was waiting for him sitting on that sofa.

Harry.

Louis adjusted the mask he had on his face as best as he could, and made sure none of his tattoos were showing, so Harry wouldn't know him.

When he closed the door, Harry looked up and saw Louis enter. "H-hi, um... hi," said the hedgehog, shifting uneasily on the sofa.

Louis understood that Harry hadn't recognized him, and he was grateful for it, but he didn't understand what Harry Styles, the person who teases and beats him every day because of his sexuality, was doing in a gay strip club.