SCREEN | Harry Styles ((DISCONTINUED))

5. Ginger Insomnia

(It's my term holidays so expect more chapters coming up!)

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Bridges - Broods

Cold raindrops dropped from the evening sky. Edward walked down the pathway with both his hands shoved in the pockets of his slightly drenched jeans. His coat had saved eighty-percent of his clothes from the pouring rain, but his hair was part of the twenty-percent that wasn't saved.

His drenched curls stuck to his forehead as he clenches his jaw every now and then. He admitted that he was freezing to death, but he chose to ignore it - he couldn't be bothered.

Reaching the doors of Sin City as he entered, its bright neon lights could be seen kilometers away. The bodyguard that stood taller and much bigger than Edward didn't hesitate to push open the door for him. "Welcome Mr. Styles," the bodyguard greeted as Edward just entered the building without saying another word.

Immediately the two men that were chattering in the empty hallway now took notice of him as they both ran towards their big boss, hurrying to take off the drenched coat to reveal Edward's white v-neck shirt and dark skinny jeans. His tattoos fully shown from under his sleeves as his played with his lip piercing using his tongue.

"Mr. Styles welcome to Sin City, are you here for an appointment?" The man with fairly shaved hair asked as he held the drenched coat that was now sticking to his uniform. "Do you want me to call Frank for you?" The other asked.

Edward eyed the two of them for a couple of moments before facing forward to stare at the big red doors, booming music coming from it. He walked towards the doors before pushing the doors open as he eyes the area - it was nearly dead-empty, besides the couple of perverted men that sat drooling over the strippers.

He squint his eyes at the horrific sight. He makes eye-contact with the bartender, the waitresses and a couple of strippers that worked the pole. All seemed to be shocked and taken-back from his sudden visit. His eyes caught a pair of big-blue-eyes that showed so much fear.

The man scurried over as he greeted Edward, stumbling on his words. "Mr. Styles, what a surprise! You didn't call." Frank says as he nibbled on his bottom lip worried.

"Did I have to?" Edward asks as he glared deeply into his scared eyes. "N-No sir, would you like a seat or a drink perhaps?" Frank tried to regain his focus but all he could think about is being scared to death from this situation. It was too early and it wasn't the end of the month yet.

Edward smirked at Frank's attempt to amuse him. "Sure and while you're at it; I deserve a show, don't I?" Edward sat down at one of the VIP booths as he leaned back, his arms outstretched on the back. "Of course Mr. Styles, I'll have someone to entertain you in just a minute." Frank hurriedly walked off.

Styles shook his head, feeling unhappy with how his business is running. Moments later a drink was placed in front of him, he grabs the glass and lifts it up to his lip, the cool alcoholic substance running down his throat - feeling the shock of satisfaction.

Just then a pair of long legs entered through the curtain, her high stilettos clicked against the marble floor as she stepped on top of the table. His eyes trailed up the legs to her thigh area and took a good look at her round bottom that was covered in a thin layer of red thong, it wasn't too small but it was perky. He took note of the two dimples found just above her bum, and the curves that showed through as she danced around the pole that the table provided.

What he was fascinated with was the long ginger hair that the lady had. It looked soft and silky as it moved side to side as her hips swayed with such grace. The stripper bends over as she showed off her bum, he could sense that she felt uncomfortable but if this is the only way to earn extra money then she'd do whatever it takes.