Heartless

4. Tommo the tease

HARRY

Harry walked into his bestfriend's strip club. He wasn't in the best mood, his mother just called him telling him about the big Christmas dinner she's to throw and urged Harry to bring a plus one. Harry knows what she was implying on but still told her he didn't have one.
Her mother started blubbering about how she would never experience her son getting married or see him in love and she'll never have grandchildren and blah blah blah. So Harry panicked and told her that he was seeing someone and he'll bring that someone to the big Christmas dinner.
That's why he's here. To see someone, to bring to the big Christmas dinner.

"Li." He called out to his friend who was just retreating out of the room.

"Haz?" Liam said confused. "Whatchu doing here so early?"

"I need a big favor."

"From me?" Liam asked narrowing his eyes.

"You're excited down there." Harry noticed and Liam blushed.

"The new product is endearing. What do you think?" Liam said his eyes travelling to Louis who was busy being taught a few pole moves by Lisa.

"He's so feminine." Harry said checking him out.

"I know. And he's performing tonight."

"What about the manners? Good?"

"I'm not really sure. He's an immigrant. All I know is he gets a Russian accent when drunk, he spoke to me in a perfect British accent earlier today when he called me and right now he's American." Liam chuckled.

"That's-- he really is good with his hips isn't he?" Harry's eyes were still on Louis. "He got a great body too."

"Well, now you know why I'm excited." Liam chuckled again. "How about we move to my office so you tell me about this favor."

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"Mom want me to bring a date at Christmas dinner." Harry started.

"But your mom knows I'm straight. And married."

"Not you." Harry rolled his eyes. "You're not my type. I want recommendations."

"You want to take a stripper to your parent's house?" Liam snorted.

"Where do you think I'll get a girlfriend this fast then? I've been trying for two years, where do you think I'm going to get one within a week."

"Maybe try smiling more and stop being a grumpy arrogant son of a bitch. I'm pretty sure someone might find you a little more attractive." Liam shrugged.

"Liam. I'm not joking."

"Who said I was laughing?" Liam looked at him with a playful frown. "Fine." He breathed out when the grumpy guy just glared at him. "But I don't have any girls that are clever enough to act as your lover right now. I don't trust them, not without blurting it to everyone and the internet atleast. Lisa would've been great, but you two have already--."

"The boy, what's his name." Harry cut him off.

"Harry, he's underage."

"15?"

"No. 17 turning 18 on Christmas eve."

"I'm 25, that's no big difference."

"Still, he's underage. He can't just yet. And he's male. Your father would never accept that."

"Fine. You said he was performing tonight?"

"Just performing. I don't know if he's capable of private performance just yet."