Teach Me || L.S

Chapter 1

Harry's POV

I sat in the chair still even after the stripper had left, I was stunned. Even though I was twenty one I was still a very innocent person. People would make sexual jokes all the time and I was always the one person who didn't get it.

I finally left the room and went to go find Liam and Niall. Once I got back to where they were Niall was sitting there with a bored expression while Liam was getting a lap dance from a olive toned skinned stripper. He had black hair up in a quiff and slight stubble.

Niall's dull expression lit up once he saw me. "Harry mate, how was your first lap dance?"

"It was...interesting. It was a little strange for me but it was still nice." Harry shrugged.

"Seriously? I expected more of a reaction from you considering you got a lap dance from one of the best strippers in the whole damn club." Niall rolled his eyes.

"I don't know, Zack here does give one hell of a lap dance." Liam smirked as the stripper, who I'm presuming is Zack, continued to grind down on his crotch.

Zack got off of Liam's lap and pulled his skimpy outfit down. "Well my shift is over, so bye."

"Wait, do you want to come hang out with us?" Liam asked.

"Sure." Zack shrugged and pranced to the door that said EMPLOYEES ONLY in big bold letters on it.

"Oh, so someone fancies the stripper?" Niall smirked.

"I don't know, I've gotten lap dances from him many times before. Plus I ran into him at a coffee shop and I bought him a coffee. We got to talk a little but he had to get to work." Liam sighed.

"I think you should go for it Liam." I smiled warmly.

"Yeah if you're okay with having a boyfriend who shakes his ass for money." Niall snorted.

"I don't mind as long as he's coming home with me at the end of the night." Liam shrugged. Zack came back over to us in a pair of sweat pants and a lose grey t-shirt. He had tattoos covering his arms, confusing me since they weren't there before.

"How did you all of a sudden get tattoos?" I furrowed my brows.

"I've had them. The club makes us cover our tattoos with this air brush makeup." He shrugged. He pulled up a chair sitting next to Liam.

"So Zack, is this your only job?" Niall asked casually.

"Actually it's Zayn, Zack is just a stage name." Zayn corrected. "But yeah, it pays pretty well."

"Are you friends with any of the other strippers?" Niall asked eagerly, probably just wanting to get with a stripper.

"Not really, everyone here just wants to do anything to become the best stripper at the club." Zayn rolled his eyes. "I am really good friends with Tommo the Tease though."

I was suddenly interested in the conversation. "That's who gave me the lap dance."

"Man your friends must really love you if they got you a lap dance from Tommo." Zayn chuckled. "He's definitely the best one here."

"I don't know I'd say you're pretty amazing." Liam purred in Zayn's ear, making him blush slightly.

"Yeah but I'm no Tommo. He's perfect up there and he's practically the son of the owner." Zayn explained.

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my brows.

"Him and Paul are just really close. He's like a son to him." He shrugged.

"What days does he work?" I found myself asking.

"He works every night, why?" Zayn smirked.