Feel {Larry Stylinson/AU}

4. Petrol Money

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Sweat thickened the air in the dark club and squeals and laughter hummed just below the music. Now his depression had faded this job was nothing more than quick, easy money for Harry, where as before it was a confidence boost. Men -and women- drooling over him when everyone else told him he was disgusting but now it's just people touching him with drunken hands. He hated it from the bottom of his heart.

"10 minutes."

Everyone hurried around and Harry walked over to his partner who was just as resentful of the job as he was. Harry nudged him gently and the older lad laughed knowing that meant Harry wanted some of whatever chocolate he was stashing.

"You're like a fucking child. It's a massive turn on babe." He smirked, handing Harry a few squares. "But alas this dick was made for ladies."

"But your moves were made for me." Harry laughed, placing his hands over his heart dramatically. Cam simply rolled his eyes.

"You two are on." One of the other workers informed them before heading off to the showers to rid their body of the drunken touches.

Cam and Harry climbed up onto the platform under the stage which slowly lifted up into the main room of the club. Strobe lights hid a majority of the crowd so they began to dance with each other. Harry lowered himself down his partner's body in a slut drop, grinding his crotch on his friend's leg and was pulled up by his hair to Cam's face. Cam, sloppily, licked a strip from Harry's collar bone up to his jaw, earning squeals from women and a few cheers from the gay men.

"Shall we walk?" He mumbled in Harry's ear and Harry kissed his neck as a yes.

As sexily as possible, Harry climbed down into the crowd and began walking. That's when he saw him and Harry knew he had seen him too because a drunken grin covered his face. Harry tried to avoid his gaze looking for someone -anyone- else to dance with but with a whisper to Paul, the dancer security guard, Harry was told he had been requested for a dance. He groaned but carried on his persona and straddled his teacher's lap.

"Well, if it isn't Harry Styles." Mr Malik slurred, tracing Harry's abs with his finger.

"Be quiet." Harry mumbled. No-one here knew his real name. No-one here knew anyone's real name.

"Oh, you can be more forceful. We're not in school now, Harry." He smirked. Harry took advantage of this, knowing he caused Louis emotional pain as well as risking Harry's anonymity at work. Raising his hand, Harry back handed him round the face, causing him to rub his cheek and look back with lust filled eyes.

"I said be quiet. My name is Boux." Harry stated, firmly.

"Well then, Boux, dance for me and you might just get a tip." He grinned and Harry scoffed, disgusted. This was why he hated it. He had to dance with people like Mr Malik.

Cam, unaware that this was one of Harry's teachers and also an arse hole, began playing games.

"Boux! Are you cheating on me? You slut." He began, drawing the crowd's attention to the lap dance Harry was reluctantly giving the teacher beneath him.

Normally, this is where he'd snog the face off of the customer and then invite Cam to join them but today he just slid off of Mr Malik's lap, pausing slightly as he felt him stuff some money and a piece of paper into Harry's black speedos. Harry walked towards Cam and snogged him as he dragged his partner towards a group of women -hen party probably- and allowed himself to be slammed down onto the couch between them and Cam to grind down on him, leaving large love bites down his stomach and chest. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see Mr Malik watching as he sipped his drink.