Testing Waters.
Harry sat at the usual lunch table he shared with his friends outside under the tree and waited for his friends to arrive. It was cold today but Harry never minded the cold. He was a winter person. He zipped up his brown aviator jacket and waited as his laptop took its sweet time to boot up. It was old and he needed a new one but he couldn't afford it. He could barely afford life as it was right now. He was eternally grateful that his friends helped him every now and then. Sometimes Niall let him skip rent. And sometimes Liam bought him lunch. And other times Nick would give him some extra money. It was hard Harry knew that and it would be easier if he would quit Uni and just got a full time decent job but he had dreams and he wanted to pursue them. He couldn't just give up.
His job at Garland's mostly went to pay for his tuition. Sometimes he was late in paying his rent and there were many things he went by without. In fact, he went by without a lot of things but Harry looked at the bigger picture. Yes, he was suffering and struggling now but once he graduated and got a good job and started writing, all would be okay and he would be able to repay his friends for all the help that they were giving him now.
His lap top booted slowly and his mind wandered. He thought that maybe he should tell Adam to let him do VIP. Those who did VIP earned a lot more money. Last week while he was in the dressing room, he heard Justin boast that a client had given him a 500 pound tip for a fuck! Harry's mind began working. If he did VIP at least twice a week and got that amount of tips plus his wage, he would be comfortable financially. How bad could it possibly be to let a man fuck you? How long could it last? But deep down Harry knew he was not cut out for this. As much as he needed the money, he couldn't bring himself to do this. His mum had raised him better than this and he already felt guilty enough about what he was doing let alone if he were to take it any farther.
Then there was Mr. Tomlinson. The thought of him saddened Harry down to the marrow. Ever since their last encounter which was a week ago, Mr. Tomlinson hadn't stepped foot at Garland's. All week Harry had waited for him to walk in through the doors. A whole week while Harry had given lap dances and strip shows he had looked at the doors and waited for him to walk through, but he never did and Harry didn't know why that saddened him. He couldn't help but think that he had done a poor job of giving Mr. Tomlinson head but he had no experience in these sort of things. He was willing to learn though. For him. For Mr. Tomlinson. Harry felt the need to please the man, to make him proud of him even though to him he was just another whore.
It made him sad. He knew he wasn't a whore and it killed him that Mr. Tomlinson saw him and treated him as such. What he did with Mr. Tomlinson was from feeling, a feeling that Harry had had the moment he had laid eyes on him. Yes Mr. Tomlinson scared him. Yes he was strict and controlling and demanding and had a fierce temper and Harry didn't even begin to pretend that beneath all that was a kinder gentler person. Only Harry didn't need to pretend because he had seen snippets of the kind gentle Mr. Tomlinson and that's what drew Harry to him. Harry closed his eyes and remembered the way Mr. Tomlinson had touched him. He had been so gentle and Harry had trusted him with his body. It had been the first time he had let anyone touch him. It had been the first time that he had been made to come by someone else's hand. A shiver went through Harry's body at the memory.
Harry shook his head and scolded himself for being so stupid and so silly. This was not 'Pretty Woman.' The rich guy was not going to fall in love with the whore. End of. And Harry knew he had to stop daydreaming about Mr. Tomlinson.
