Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#1

Title: Closer by an anon on Tumblr

Summary: Stripper!Louis, underage!Harry

Word Count: 2,100

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Despite the fact that Harry's dad had owned the strip club for ten of the fourteen years of Harry's life, Harry had never actually stepped foot inside of it until the night of his fourteenth birthday.

He wasn't a stranger to the business, having often woken up to one of the dancers sleeping on his couch, and on one unfortunate occasion, in his own bed.

The business was something that had been kept separate from his life by a thin wall that had always teetered with the threat of crumbling, the only thing stopping it from winding its way into his life were the efforts of his mother, who was desperate to keep Harry away from the dangerous world. His dad had always joked that as soon as Harry became an adult, he would pay for a lap dance for him.

But Harry was impatient. That was what had him stepping inside the building that was dimly lit from the outside and seemed to be pulsing with a rhythm that was uncontrollable. He nodded at the bouncer at the door who recognised him.

"You shouldn't be here," the big man grumbled and Harry shot him a winning smile.

"Mum asked me to come down to ask Dad what time he'll be back up tonight. He left his phone at home," Harry lied easily and the bouncer nodded. They'd never been known for being intelligent had they?

"We're closing in a just a minute."

"That's okay," Harry replied. He couldn't believe it had been so easy, that he was just a silk curtain away from stepping into a room full of gyrating bodies and bright lights that he'd only ever imagined from the sounds that carried up into his room in the flat above the club.

And when he pushed open the curtain he was met with the flashing red and yellow lights that cast a bright glow over the club.

The bouncer had been right, the club was empty of most of the patrons...only a few men in sleazy business suits sat right under the platforms that held the poles were left, most of whom had a drink in their hand. Harry suddenly felt out of his depth as a busty woman made her way across the floor towards him.

"Good evening sweetheart," she said, her voice slick with seduction. "Anything I can get for you tonight?"

Harry looked at her, eyes wide. She smirked a little as he stuttered out an answer. "I want - I mean...I just want to watch." She nodded, batting her eyelashes.

"First time here darling?" she asked and he nodded quickly. She laughed a little. "Tell you what, how about we set you up in a private booth. We're almost at closing anyway...I'm sure the boss wouldn't mind."

Harry almost laughed at the prospect of what the boss would say if he knew that his usher was taking his fourteen year old son to a private booth, free of charge, but managed to disguise it as a cough.

"What do you prefer?" she said, motioning towards two booths that were separated from the rest of the club by a thick, mirrored wall. He looked between the two, which were clearly marked as housing either a male or a female and gulped, a little embarrassed.

"Uh...the guy thanks - yeah." The usher let out a giggle, pushing open the door.

"Hey Lou, one last customer for you," she said into the dark room. "It's his first time, so go easy on him."

Harry jumped as a voice floated out of the depths of the room. "I don't know if I know how to go easy," the voice said and Harry gulped. The usher rolled her eyes.