One Shots

Applause // Larry

Word count: 5494

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"Look guys I'm happy for you two," I sighed into the receiver of my phone that was wedged between my ear and shoulder as I tried to lock my apartment door. "I just don't get why you're doing a joint bachelors party at a strip club."

I had to whisper the last part because one of my neighbors— the hot neighbor who is across the hall and two down might I add— was just now walking out of his apartment. I waved at him casually because of the prolong eye contact we had, and he waved back with a soft smile playing on his lips. Liam was talking my ear off and I zoned him out because holy shit hot neighbor has a dimple. "Louis are you even listening to me?" Liam sighed, snapping me out of the trance hot neighbor put me under.

"No I'm not. I'll see you in 10."

I quickly hung up my phone, looking over to see hot neighbor still smiling at me. "Going out tonight?" He asked, clearly trying to be polite and make small talk.

"Yup," I answered, trying not to seem all flustered. "Bachelor party for my two best mates; they're getting married in a few months— this was the only night we were all able to get together before the big day."

"What are you guys gonna do?"

"You don't care."

"No I really don't, just uh.... wanted to make small talk."

I laughed at that, before finally making sure my door is locked and heading down the hall to the elevators. "See you later," I chuckled as I passed by him, and maybe stealing a whiff so I can know what he smells like (Tom Ford Noir. I recognized it because Zayn pretty much bathes in it.)

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I get to the club and instantly spot the happy couple and all of our friends. Surrounded by garish party decorations. Of male genitalia.

"Tommo!" An already drunk Zayn cheered when he saw me approach their table. "You made it!"

"I'm honestly about to leave," I chuckled, pointing to the purple penis shaped straw he was drinking out of. "Please tell me I won't get one of those."

"You're no fun!"

"I'm here aren't I?"

"Yeah and just in time too!" Liam chimed in, handing me a shot of something that I gladly downed. "Eric, Andy's old college roommate, told us that there's a new dancer tonight, and it's his debut performance at the club."

"Apparently he's been apart of the scene for awhile," Andy chuckled, obviously trying to stay away from the penis balloons. "Eric said he's huge in Vegas as a freelance dancer; for like parties and such. Not too bad on the eyes either."

We all stared at him, hoping he knew what he just said.

"What? Those were his words, not mine."

"Ah there's the macho straight guy!" Niall chuckled, giving Andy a firm pat on the back. "I thought you left me for a moment."

We all laughed at that, as I sat down at the table. Once I was seated I waved down one of the waiters, asking him to bring me a Long Island Iced Tea— Niall booing me in the process. When he returned with my drink the lights on the stage dimmed and the chatter in the club died down with it. A tall lanky figure dressed in a button down and tight boxers made his way down stage to the center pole, the music started and the lights flashed on and off as he dropped into a squat before rolling his body up, using the pole to balance. He swung around the pole once, stopping at the front and repeated his previous action, giving us an incredible view of his perky little ass. The lights slowly came on at the same pace he kicked his leg out to the side and over his head before turning around to face the audience. When he brought his leg back down I nearly choked on my drink because my hot neighbor was up there on that stage. He started to unbutton the only few done up on his shirt before shrugging it all the way off. I bit my lip as he sent us all a wink, flinging the shirt off stage with one hand and the other one moving down his body towards his crotch. He strut over to the pole on the right as the music picked up, hooking one leg around it and leaning his body back before swinging around again.