Baby Got Moves // Larry Stylinson [NEVER FINISHED]

eight

Liam crossed his arms against his built chest, face leaning closer to Harry as his eyes squinted. He was intimidating to say the least, a fierce lion, and Harry was his prey.

"So," he began sternly, "a few security guards told me this morning you came to the club last night after you called in sick. Is this true?"

Harry stayed mute, guilt washing over him. Liam continued to stare at him with anger laced in his features, until he slowly started to break out in a smirk. "Also heard you went in for a private dance with one of my favorite workers, and now that you're with him, I think maybe they were telling the truth."

Harry gulped, still speechless and shaking with fear. It took him long enough to find a job, he didn't want to repeat the process over again. Not after what happened last time.

A moment of silence took over, and Harry was just awkwardly standing there. "Well," Liam cut in, half smile plastered to his face. "You can go now, but I expect to see you at work tonight. No more fooling around, alright?"

Harry nodded, "Of course, Mr. Payne."

Liam smiled, patting Harry on the back. "See ya later, Styles!" and with that he opened the club's side door, stepping in.

Louis' eyes were glued to his phone, until he heard Harry turn the corner and he gave a painful look, "How'd it go?"

Harry shrugged, looking both ways before crossing the street with Louis. "It was fine, he seemed all mad at first. He just told me not to do it again."

"Yeah?" Louis half smiled, opening the door for Harry. This caused the boy to smile bigger than Louis had, thanking him. Chimes rung over their heads, everyone too caught in their own world to notice them enter.

"I just, I feel bad," Harry confessed with a frown. There was a brief silence between the few, until Harry cleared his throat and continued. "What we did... I'm sorry. I was drunk and—"

Louis' brows came together, "Why are you apologizing?" Harry paused, glancing at Louis for a moment. Why was he apologizing?

"Be...cause? I was drunk, I should've stopped it. Shoulda waited till I was sober, right? Feel like I used you."

The older lad chuckled for a second, wrinkles forming by his eyes. Harry found the sight adorable, but adverted his eyes to the table when Louis' gaze met his own. He felt uncomfortable with the attention fully on himself, but decided not to say anything about it.

"Harry, I'm a stripper. I do those... kind of things all the time. Like, every night. You don't have to apologize." Louis promised, placing his hand atop Harry's; something that made the boy freeze in his place.

It was then that it clicked. That night was nothing special to Louis, it was something he did regularly. The simple thought made Harry squirm in his spot, regretting what happened between the two. Louis could tell that Harry was off by his facial expression, so he tilted his head and gave him a questioning look.

When not getting any attention, he muttered out a, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Harry responded quickly, seconds after the man.

Before Louis could utter a response, it was their turn to be served, so they ordered a tea each.

"You can tell me," Louis said once they sat down and tried to place his hand atop the boys, frowning when Harry pulled his hand back to his lap. The act made the ladder slouch in his spot, suddenly feeling like he did something horrible. Only, he didn't know what he did.