in the night- h.s

chapter 10

March 2017

It was Adam's stag do. As the bassist, he had invited all the lads out a few weeks before his wedding. This included Harry and Mitch, who stuck together as they didn't know any of Adam's other friends. Well, Mitch stuck to Harry as Harry could make friends with anyone.

They went to a bar in soho first, not Disrepute. Harry got a bit drunk and ordered many rounds of shots on him. He liked splashing out on his friends when he had a few drinks in him and they were celebrating, he didn't see why he shouldn't.

Harry respected Adam but found his friends to be utter dickheads. It was a night he couldn't wait to be over frankly. In the end, he realised even though he could make friends with everyone that he didn't want to make friends with this lot and would rather just stick with Mitch.

"Come on Harry, your famous the women must throw themselves at you." One of Adam's friends asked him. Harry laughed and shrugged.

"A fair amount yes." He said what he wanted to hear. The friend burst out laughing and called for another round of shots to celebrate Harry's way with women.

"Oh come on Jacob just because you have to pay for your women." Another teased and they all burst out laughing. Harry looked at Mitch who was sat with a smirk on his face.

"We should go to a strip club!" The suggestion smacked Harry in the face. The nearest club was the one that Rosalie worked in and he was not about to have all these dickheads sexualise her in front of him.

"No no no, they're not as glamorous as they are in the movies." He immediately pushed down the idea but more than two of the men had gotten excited. Harry looked at Adam in panic but he was extremely drunk.

"Come on Harry! It'll be so fun, you can splash your cash on something that won't talk back." The first friend said to him. Harry felt a bit sick at that remark, to think this is the type of man that Rosalie grinds on every night.

Harry looked at Mitch who looked just as disgusted But before he knew it they were walking along the streets looking for one.

Harry walked behind the group with Mitch, considering leaving if they went to her club. It was just his luck. Mitch saw the sudden change in tune from Harry and stayed with him until he told him.

"Rosalie works there." Harry admitted as they inevitably decided on her club. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't watch these disrespectful men with bad intentions look at Rosalie right in front of him.

"Shit. You should probably talk to her so she knows we're all here." Mitch advised. Harry felt anxious, he didn't know how to go about this.

The bouncer nodded to Harry as they walked in which Mitch caught and shot him a confused look. The last thing he wanted was to be considered a regular, the only thing he gained from this club was time with Rosalie.

All his mates sat down with their drinks and laughed with one another. His eyes were on look out but he couldn't see her anywhere. Then the lights dimmed and focused on the stage. Suddenly she was on stage dancing, he panicked slightly.

He stood by the bar and watched her for a moment, keeping one eye on his mates who were watching the main stage and having lap dances of their own. Mitch looked extremely uncomfortable which Harry would help him with but he needed to find her.

Finally, she got down off the stage and started to walk in the opposite direction to him so he had to leg it over to her.

"Rosalie" he said in a low voice. She didn't give him any attention, just continued to dance. "Rosalie." He repeated, he was going to speak to her if it meant spending all his money tonight.