Baby Got Moves // Larry Stylinson [NEVER FINISHED]

one

"How was it?" Zayn questioned from where he sat on the couch, taking a swig of his beer.

It was half past four in the morning, and the reason Zayn was still up? Harry didn't have a damn clue.

"Good, great. Now goodbye."

Zayn frowned at Harry's words, sitting up. "You're going to sleep?"

Harry scoffed, taking his hoodie over his head, "Yes, since I enjoy sleep, unlike you. Now, again, bye—"

Zayn cut him short, rolling his eyes. "Tell me how it was, and then you can sleep."

Harry closed his eyes, letting out a harsh breath through his nose, "Can I sleep and then tell you tomorrow? If I do now, I'll probably miss out on all the good parts," he trailed off, thinking about how comfortable his bed was.

"Fine," Zayn nodded, shooing him away.

A smile was plastered to Harry's face as he collapsed into the warm sheets, stuffing his face into the pillows, sleep taking over him just minutes later.

After a long shower, Harry got ready and jogged down the stiars, Zayn still on the couch, covered in blankets. Harry didn't understand why he had blankets, since it was the middle of July and warm as hell. His green eyes met with Zayn's brown ones, "'Morning."

Zayn did nothing but nod, eating his cereal. Harry brought up his own bowl, shoving the contents away before plopping onto the couch.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, tell me all the deets," Zayn laughed, messing up Harry's curls even more than they were.

"What time is it?" He mumbled in response.

"Twelve thirty," Zayn said when clicking his phone on, and Harry's eyes blew open.

"This new job is gonna fuck up my sleeping schedule so much," Harry groaned, pushing stray hair from his face, "But anyways, it was okay. The club is really nice looking—"

"—Are the guys?" Zayn piped, smirking.

Harry stared at him as if he was stupid, because the obvious answer wasn't hard to guess.

"No Z, the guys were ugly as hell," Harry huffed, overly sarcastic.

"Wow, really? I thought they'd be smoking hot, huge muscles and an amazing body," Zayn seemed confused, scratching his neck.

"They are like that, I was kidding. They're all actually really pleasing to look at," Harry shrugged, frowning when he spotted a hangnail. He bit it, wincing.

"Are you working again tonight?" Zayn marvelled, putting his bowl onto the coffee table.

Harry nodded at Zayn's question, "Every day but Mondays and Wednesdays," he explained, "Every other day I work from eight to two in the morning. The pay is amazing."

"Not that bad, but you're gonna be so tired," Harry nodded, agreeing. He was the kind of person to go to sleep early and wake up before the sun even rised.

"Yeah," Harry paused, "You should hand in an application! You said yourself you wanted a new job." he smiled widely, excitement beaming from him.

"I don't know," Zayn bit his lip, "How good is the pay?"

"Twenty pounds an hour, and all you have to do is serve drinks. Add that all up, seven hours everyday, not including the days you'll have off. Do you not know how great that is? Especially since you only get six every hour at your current job." Harry grinned, dimples on show.

Zayn hummed, "I'll come with you tonight, see what it's like," he shrugged.

Harry was more than excited, nodding vigerousley, "Sounds good."

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Harry and Zayn were walking towards the front doors, and Zayn was more than nervous. Harry knew that Zayn had bad anxiety when it came to talking to strangers, but he also knew he'd do great.

Harry held the door open for the older man, passing two body guards as they stepped in. Harry led Zayn to the room, smiling as he reluctantly approached it.

Harry went to the bar, going to the staff lounge, slipping off his plaid long sleeved shirt and white undershirt, tying the apron when he was finished. Once the bar was opened, he served the group of men around him, stuffing the money into the cash afterwards.

It went like this for another twenty minutes, before he seen a lost Zayn scurrying around. 

"Zayn!" Harry called, cupping his hands around his mouth to try and amplify his voice. Eventually, Zayn seen him, skipping over with a smile on his face.

"I got the job!" He jumped excitedly, hugging Harry over the counter that was separating them.

"Really?" Harry beamed, fist bumping his friend, "That's awesome!"

"Yeah, I start tomorrow," Zayn laughed, "I'm a bodyguard, he actually insisted for me to be a dancer and he even called my body 'perfect for the job', but I declined. I don't think I'd be able to do that."

Harry noticed the slight blush from the blue toned lights hitting off of him, and he smirked, "He's pretty hot, hm?"

Zayn looked down to his lap, biting his lip, "Fuck yeah he is," he rolled his eyes, "Kidding, you know I'm straight."

Harry gave a cheeky grin, shaking his head as he playfully rolled his eyes. He was genuinely happy for the latter, though.

"I'm gonna head home, okay? Got to freshen up and stuff tomorrow." Zayn chirped, waving.

"Have fun wanking!" Harry shouted, causing a few people to turn towards him. He ignored their confused glances, serving more people who came up.

It was nearing ten when the crowd started screaming, whistling being heard as the lights dimmed, and Harry knew it was time for the next show.

Harry was distracted and didn't notice the man waiting on a stool; his iris was stuck on the stage, waiting patiently for the curtains to open so he could see if the boy he liked the most was behind them.

A few seconds past, and Harry was infatuated with the sight in front of him. It was the same boy from the night before, but the only thing different was that his hair was more messy and not up like it was the night previous. His attire consisted of dark knee high stockings, black spandex shorts that clung to his ass perfectly, and blue suspenders. 

Harry was gawking, shaking his head when someone nudged his shoulder. "What?"

"I've been waiting five minutes now... can you get me my drink?" The man grumbled, slapping the exact amount of change it was for a drink onto the table.

Harry quickly nodded, getting the requested drink and handing it over. He pursed his lips, disappointed that it was only his second day and he already fucked up.

"That guy up there is pretty sexy, isn't he?" He blurted, and Harry awkwardly shrugged. What was he supposed to say? That he would totally let that guy tie him to a bed and fuck him senseless? No way.

He wouldn't mind that though.

The guy turned to him, flattening his lips. "What's your name?" he quizzed, perching his two elbows onto the hard surface, turning his full attention onto Harry.

He looked at him blankly for a few moments, deciding if he should answer the question or not. After a second though, he replied. "Harry,"

The bloke smiled, nodding. "What a lovely name for a lovely boy," he commented, and usually Harry would blush, but he felt awkward.

"I'm Nick Grimshaw."

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A/N: hmfp

thoughts? sorry tis so short, it wouldve been longer but i felt as if it should end there; its only the beginning but dont worry, the story will start sooon

love yaa