Never | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

five.

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Harry's POV

"Fūck, finally you're here!" Zayn says, shoving my shoulder as I take a seat on the bar stool next to him.

"Sorry I'm a little late I was at Penelope's wedding," I say, signaling to the blonde bartender that it need a drink.

"Yea, your exes wedding is much more important then drinks with your best friend," Zayn jokes,"So how was it?"

"Boring."

"Here are two of your regulars," The bartender says to me sweetly,"Let me know if you need anything else."

"Yup," I reply, chugging down my scotch and coke.

"What's wrong with you?" Zayn says watching me chug down the second drink.

"Nothing, I just wanna have a good time tonight," I shrug.

I wasn't necessarily lying because I didn't know what was wrong with me. I feel like shit all of a sudden and I don't know if it's because I feel guilty for having been a dick to Penelope on her wedding day or because I got a half ass blow job.

Probably the blow job.

"Whatever," Zayn says grabbing his drink, standing,"Let's go into the lounge. I'm in the mood for a dance."

Even though I hate strippers I hate sitting alone at the bar even more. All these average looking women shaking their asses for a few dollars made me feel sick instead of horny. It also wasn't fun that most of the women giving me dances insist on doing them for free, trying there best to win me over so that they can leave with me. It was like I was the one on display not them.

And as predicted, we had a blonde spinning around a pole in front of our booth in a matter of seconds. Zayn threw a few hundreds just because he could even though the dance was complete crap. For a stripper with a big ass she sure didn't know how to work it making the dance more of an awkward ass clap every few seconds.

"Stop throwing money so she can leave," I whisper in Zayn's ear so the stripper wouldn't hear.

"She's hot," Zayn says, his eyes on each ass cheek, throwing a few more hundreds before stopping, the grim look on my face getting to him.

That was one of the things I loved about Zayn, he doesn't care if he's enjoying something, if I wasn't enjoying it he'd stop doing it. My approval meant more to him then he cares enough to admit.

"Last chance to keep me here boys," The blonde says giving Zayn one finally ass shake before hoping off the table to collect her money and move on.

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"I hate coming in here with you," Zayn says, slamming his drink down on the table as the tenth stripper to pass us tonight leaves sooner then he had wanted.

"Fuck you. This shit is lame. You can't even touch so I see no point," I slur slightly as I make a disgusted face at the red head eyeing me from the stage.

"I like it, who cares if you can't touch?" Zayn says defensively," I swear it's like none of these girls are good enough for you. It hurts their feelings you know," Zayn says to me trying to signal another girl over.

"They're strippers for fucks sake! Who cares about their feelings," I laugh making Zayn laugh as well.

"Would you like a dance?" A short haired brunette asks me, quickly sitting herself on my lap.

"No," I say dryly.

"Why not? I'm one of the best dancers here," She says proudly, bills hanging from every direction on her body.