Strip club mania (Harry Styles story)

Chapter 1

"I'm sorry, if you want to get yourself heard the best thing you can do is attend open mic nights like the rest of them." The woman spoke as through chews of her sticky chewing gum, pushing up her glasses and picking up the phone to answer a call.

With a huff I left the recording studio, the cold air hitting me at a force.

I wrapped my coat tightly around me and observed the notice boards on various walls as I wondered back to my one bedroom apartment, ready to give into my fathers wishes and go back home and work for him.

As I entered my apartment building. the guy from downstairs popped his head around his door.

"No luck Aub?" He closed his door behind him as I let out a sigh and shook my head.

He sent me a sympathetic look, pulling me into a hug.

"How about a drink?" he offered as he pulled away, holding me at shoulder length.

"Sure, why not." I smiled small as he pulled me under his arm and we left the building.

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"Hey Aubrey look there, they do open mic nights here why don't you give it a go?" He flashed his prize winning smile at me and my eyes widened.

"Uh- no, I don't know about that Dylan. " My cheeks flushed as I watched him speaking to the organiser who nodded, uninterested.

"You're on in five." He winked and my throat went dry in an instant.

"Dylan, no. I can't." I protested as he guided me to the stage and everyone's eyes drifted to me.

The helpless girl who looked as if she may vomit any second.

I adjusted my microphone with shaky hands and took a deep breath.

The music began playing, my eyes scanned the crowd and my vision blurred a little.

My palms were sweaty as the microphone slipped from my grip and belched out an intense screeching sound as I picked up my feet and ran off the stage.

I smacked into a body on the way down the small steps of the bar as a chuckle erupted from their chest.

"Oh what do we have here? Another wanna be singer actually too chicken to achieve anything?" A smirk prominent on the guys well constructed face.

I pushed my hair out of my face, my body adjusting to the cold air.

"Sorry, I'm- can you move, please?" I huffed as he displayed no signs of shifting out of my way.

"That depends. Normally I sit here, picking up the poor girls and soothing their wounded ego as we make sweet love." His smirk grew more as I felt his hands graze my lower back. "How is your ego?"

I stepped back, being careful not to slip on the paved step behind me.

"My ego is fine thank you." I said, feeling very intimidated.

"It doesn't look fine to me. Did you come here all alone?"

"No. My friend he's insi-"

"I see, he's inside and you're still here waiting for him to come running after you?"

"No. I'm still here because you won't get out of my way." I retorted.

He chuckled lightly, about to reply when the door swung open once again revealing Dylan.

"Aubs, are you okay?!" He exclaimed, his face full of guilt as he pulled me into a hug, totally ignoring the other guys presence.

"I want to go home." I mumbled into his chest.

We pulled away and his eyes drifted to the man who'd pathetically tried to hit on me, although I must admit I was quite scared of him.

"Who's this aubrey?"

"Yeah aubrey." the man smiled as he looked from me to dylan. "I'm the guy who managed to stop this poor girl from running straight into that gang of perverts over there."

I followed his gaze, he was right. I almost ran straight into what would've been a horrific chain of events.

Dylan looked the man up and down warily then looked back at me.

"Can we just go? thanks, whoever you are but I want to go home now."

"Whoever I am? I'm the person who just practically saved your life and all I get is a 'thanks whoever you are'." He leant closer, so only I could hear him. "i should at least get a blowjob." I could feel the smirk on his lips even though I couldn't see it at this moment.

"Shut the fuck up." I huffed, pushing past him.

"Excuse me?" He yelled as I walked fast away from the rude man.

"Dylan, come on." I demanded and he nodded, following after me.

"For the record honey, the names Harry. Harry styles."