Club Sledgehammer (Lirry Fanfiction)

Him

Harry

I don't even know why I was even considering this. Auditioning to be a sort of stripper. I know that I may not have grown up with parents but I still wasn't brought up to a stripper. Sure I was confident in my body and all but did I want to flaunt it in front of hundreds of people every night. I didn't even know if I could do that sort of dancing, I had seen that Niall guy and his friends doing that sort of dancing yesterday and I don't think that I've ever even tried to do anything like that. Then again I had seen that they had made at least $500 from one nights work. That was some good money.

I walked down the sun struck street with my head held high but hidden in a way that no one would recognize me. Not that anyone would when I didn't know anyone in America or LA so I was clearly embarrassed by what I was about to do. Eventually I would run out of money though and then that would be bad because I would be broke in America, broke with expensive taste. I would turn into some street walker, I don't suppose that the job I was about to interview for was much above that.

I felt slightly on edge about walking down the street in gym clothing. I'm guessing that there would be dancing and I didn't want to sweat in my regular clothing. The other people walking down the street were all dressed either as hookers or like they should belong in a motorbiking gang. The bad part of town. I guess that the club would have to be on this side of town since it was a gay strip club, you wouldn't find it in the business district I'm guessing.

After what seemed like hours of looking around for the club I guess that I finally came to it, there was a big blue neon sign of the gay symbol. Also it had a neon red writing of 'Sledgehammer' sprawled across it. There were multiple men stood outside the club smoking or stretching. It was lunchtime and I'm guessing that they wouldn't open until it went dark. What really made me chuckle was that they were dressed like they were ready for role play sex and no one really even double took to look at them.

"Hey Diner guy" a strong Irish accent came from no where. Seconds later a blonde haired Irish man called Niall was running towards me. He was dressed in a full body leather suit and I was surprised he could move it was that tight let alone run towards me. He did actually look pretty good in that body suit and man he had some good looking curves about him. "I knew you would come, why are you dressed like you fell out of an Olivia Newton John video?" Niall chuckled with the same amount of happiness radiating from him as yesterday. I didn't know whether to laugh along with him or to punch him for insulting my style.

"My name isn't Diner guy it's Harry" I explained. Niall beamed happily at me, I swear that every time I had seen him he was quite literally glowing. No one in there right mind could be that happy all the time, the world was just too bad a place for someone to be that unconditionally happy. "So what's with all the people dress like they're about to perform 'YMCA'?" I asked taking a quick glance at all the guys that were leaned against the entrance waiting to be let in.

Niall turned around and took a quick glance at them as well, "Oh they're all here to interview as well. It's my job to make sure they don't kill each other or even like swap steroids" Niall muttered, wait steroids, people actually swap steroids? Now that he mentions it a lot of them do look a little strung out. "Most of them are as high as a kite and we have a zero tolerance policy on un prescribed drugs. Most of them won't even get a dance audition" Niall explained. Well I know that a lot of clubs promote secret drug use, but I guess that this place was legit. I don't know whether to interview / audition or to run home and change into something tighter just to give me the upper hand.

"And what exactly will a dance audition entail?" I asked trying to mask my fear and gulping. I wasn't exactly the best dancer in the world, sure I had done a good few dance classes when I was younger, really younger but nothing that could keep up with these guys. They all looked professionally trained by the least.