17 Black

And there he was, in all his glory--the most beautiful boy Harry had ever seen. His hand stopped shaking for the first time all night, and he felt as though his surroundings were slipping away, his memories dripping down the wall alongside the peeling paint, as he took in the breathtaking sight before him. The boy's eyes scanned the crowd before landing right on Harry, holding his gaze for a moment longer than what seemed normal before, with a small smirk, he began to dance. And, for once, Harry didn't seem to mind.

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or, a story where one direction always had four boys, 17 black was a strip club, harry is still the gentleman rockstar we know him always to be, louis was a talented stripper and, somehow, despite all the odds, the prince still fell in love with the one with the cheekbones.