Chapter 7

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"So, where to?"

"Kensington W8."

"Rich boy then." Louis mumbles as he starts the car.

"What did you just say?" Harry turns to him, quickly admiring Louis' profile as the boy focusses on the road.

"I said you're a rich boy then, cause that's one of the most expensive neighbourhoods on all of London." Louis shrugs, pink coating his cheeks.

Harry shakes his head, "Bet you can't complain with all the tips and private dances."

"It's alright, shaking ass pays better than shaking some cocktails, for sure."

"Not surprised, grandpa's pay well." Harry bitterly spits. "Old pervs."

"I can't say much better of you though." Louis bites back, "You come every Friday as well and from your hard-on last week, I'd say you don't only come for a drink after work. You are just as much of a perv as all the other creeps."

Harry let out an angry sigh, "At least I couldn't be your dad!"

"Who knows," Louis winks, "besides, I don't even know your age, actually, I know nothing of you besides that your name is Harold and you don't mind lapdances."

"What?" Harry asks, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion. "And my name isn't actually Harold, it's Harry and, uh, yeah."

"Oh nothing, /Harry/." The blue eyed boy practically purrs.

"No, no, what did you-"

"Directions, please, rich boy." Louis interrupts, taking a right turn that leads to the Harry's neighbourhood.

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Hello everybody!

I'm running out of chapters to post so I really should start writing...

Hope you're enjoying this book as much as I'm enjoying it, it's given me so much inspiration I already got an idea for a one shots book...

Questions:
- How are you?
- Where are you from?
- What was your last / what is your next trip? (Sorry, obsessed with travelling!)
- What'll happen next chapter?

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