//NARRY ONE-SHOTS//

Butterfly Boy

AN: You may or may not have noticed that I used to have a book of this story, but I decided to turn it into a one-shot, because well, I'm me. Hope you enjoy!x
TRIGGERS: Smut. Strippers.

It was about seven o'clock in the evening as Niall sat down on his desk tiredly, scrolling through the thousands of new e-mails at his phone.

'Not interesting... You don't say .... You better get your shit together before I fire your sorry ass... Holy fuck, I really don't care...' he mumbled, reading through the millions of lines written by his business partners, annoying employees or old business partners that wanted him back. Too bad for them, Niall thought.

Until one of the e-mails caught his eye.

Ya wanna go clubbing 2night mate? Got some fresh girls and guys in The Nescio... Lemme know.

If you'd break into Niall's e-mail account and read his e-mails (which wasn't even possible because of the security and stuff but oh well) you'd probably assume that this e-mail was written by some lousy teenager that stayed awake all night smoking pot and drinking.

Well, if you'd assume that, you wouldn't be entirely wrong. The e-mail was sent by Zayn Malik, one of Niall's best friends and the supposed-to-be CEO of Malik Enterprises.

But the CEO-thingy was more an image. He didn't know anything about economy, money or business. So when he should be busy studying to prepare him for the day he has to take over the company from his father, Zayn is busy partying. Trying new drinks, drugs and girls every night. He has the money for it, though.

You shouldn't think that Zayn is a typical rich snob, living of his parent's money. Though he is rich and does live of his parent's money, he isn't half as bad when he's sober. He can give really good advice and he's always there when someone needs him. And he wasn't useless.

Zayn was an amazing singer. Sometimes, when he'd stay sober long enough, he'd even sing karaoke at parties, all by himself. Everyone adored Zayn's voice, and Niall really didn't know how his best friend could hit such a high notes.

Some labels had offered Zayn a job, but his parents didn't allow him to take it. They claimed he had to do 'a normal job'. As if leading an empire is normal.

But he, Zayn and some other guys he befriended did go partying a lot, especially in expensive clubs, such as The Nescio.

The Nescio was a hot club downtown that was very popular. It wasn't all that easy getting in, but guys like Niall and Zayn didn't have any problems with that. The owner of the club was one of Zayn's best friends, even!

So it hadn't been all that difficult getting in the club, then later on even in the VIP section. Niall loved the way power opened doors.

Nescio literally means 'I don't know' in Latin, which is the reason why young people often refer to it as in Idk. Niall had only found out about that a week ago. He had never taken Latin classes, and he had not really enjoyed going to school either. Honestly, he couldn't have been happier the day he got his degree and left.

He just did not understand how some people would want to be a teacher, and go over that devilish place once again. Can't they see you can't get out like that? It is a vicious cycle!

The Nescio employed a lot of people. Bartenders, managers and such things of course, but they also had a lot of strippers. Male ones, female ones... it didn't really matter, as long as they were hot and young. And Niall adored it.

Of course he knew it was wrong. He shouldn't like seeing eighteen year old people dance around poles, but he just did. He was only twenty-eight after all, which wasn't all that old. He genuinely enjoyed watching them dance. Nothing more.