Dedicated to kiwismut. I'm not sure if you've read this far buddy but this one's for you ❤❤.
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Harry Styles is the biggest dick I've ever met." Was the first thing I said when I entered my flat.
I was pissed beyond imagining.
"What happened?" Zayn asked me, they were still playing FIFA.
"I'm guessing you weren't sucessful in getting your phone back." Liam commented too before I could reply to Zayn.
I dragged myself to the recliner chair and sat down.
"So I went over and after a struggle with his security idiots, I was let through but I had to sit and watch the whole interview because I was kinda late." I looked at them both to see that I had their full attention.
"And after the interview, I followed him and told him to give it back but he said he couldn't because he was having too much fun with it.
I was furious to the point where I almost hit him but it was in public and he actually rubbed it in my face." I took a deep breath as I recalled how Harry made my blood boil.
I then continued.
"Then after taunting me, he told me that he had left my phone back at his and that he had to go because he was meeting with his mum. So he left and told me that he'd see me tonight." I finished telling them and Zayn looked horrified but Liam seemed unfazed.
"I'm seriously putting a stop to his stupidity. I mean who does he think he is?" He fumed as he took his phone out. At this point I didn't even want to think about anything Harry related so I just let him do what was best for the situation.
Liam, however, thought otherwise as he grabbed Zayn's phone from his hand.
"Give it back Liam." Zayn tried to get his phone but Liam stood up.
"Listen to me." He started, looking between us. " Calling the police on him wont do any good, trust me. He can easily get out of anything and even twist everything if he likes." Liam explained in the most calm way, considering the situation.
"Aren't you even worried he'll do something with your number?" I directed the question to Liam who only shook his head.
"No. I know Harry, if he was up to no good he would have already done it but it's been hours so we're good." He set Zayn's phone down as he answered my question.
"And you know all that by being enemies with him?" Zayn asked and the look on his face said he was just as confused as I was.
"Sort of, yeah." He shrugged.
"And you said he was going to meet his mum?" He asked me to which I nodded.
His jaw hardened and Zayn and I exchanged a glance. It was so strange to see Liam like that.
"Is there a problem, Liam?" I asked cautiously.
"No. It's just... Harry's mum controls so much of his life." He mumbled the last part but I heard it.
"You know her on a personal level?" I asked him again.
"Not anymore." He replied bitterly.
"What does that mean?" Zayn asked.
"She makes me so angry with her controlling, she controls him too much including the friends he can and cannot have." Liam shook his head before he looked at us and changed the subject.
"So what time are you supposed to go to work?" He asked brightly.
I wanted to ask him more but I knew he didn't wanna talk about it anymore so I let him be.
Instead I looked at my wrist watch and saw that we had a good two hour to get ready before we had to leave.
"In two and half hours, why?" I asked Liam.
"Well then, we can all go out and eat before we head to the club." He suggested.
"You are hitting the club tonight?" I asked as I liked the idea of going out to eat with Liam.
I knew that he did it because he wanted to be with Zayn -who was still oblivious- but I was willing to tag along because Liam is a nice guy.
"Well, yeah unless..." He looked at Zayn.
"What?" Zayn asked.
"Unless you would like to give me a private show?" He smirked at Zayn.
"That's actually a good idea, I could finish up the paper that is due next week." Zayn said.
"Hey, you are supposed yo be working." Liam pouted.
"I may have only met you but I beat you at FIFA and you promised that you'd give me anything I'd ask for if I beat you." Zayn raised an eyebrow as he looked at Liam who only groaned.
"Fineee. But you are writing your paper back at mine." Liam said and Zayn agreed.
I smiled fondly at them, it will not be a hard job until they would head over heels for each other. They have chemistry.
Zayn went to his so he could get ready and I went upstairs to also get ready and when we were done, Liam offered us a ride to go and eat.
Riding with Liam was okay because I knew that my driver from work would drive me back home and Liam would drive Zayn back.
*
I was sat in Harry's kitchen as he made himself a sandwich.
When I went to work, I already found Dan waiting for me. He told me that Harry had hired me and I told him I knew so he gave me my half of the money and minutes later, I was in a car being driven to Harry's.
When I had got to his house, I found out that he had just gotten up from a nap and so he asked me to wait for him in his bedroom while he took a shower but I refused and waited in the living room instead.
When he was done, he asked what I wanted to eat but I declined and told him that I had eaten, so he made me wait for him while he made his sandwich.
"Grab something to drink." He pointed to his fridge while he stood up with a glass of water and a plate of his light dinner.
I stood up and shook my head then I grabbed two beers. If I was drinking, he would be drinking too.
"Come on." He led us to his living room, sitting down on the couch while I did the same.
"So I have booked you for the week. Did Dan tell you?" Harry asked as I took a swig of my beer. Which I almost choked on because I was hoping that after I got my phone I would decline any of Harry's offers to hire me.
"What?" I couldn't help but asking.
"Yeah, I wanted to hire but he said I could only book and make an appearance everyday to personally hire you but within that period no one else could hire you." He smiled as he finished his dinner.
"Harry seriously?" He was draining me. I didn't know what else to say because if I went and told Dan that I didn't want to then he would have to repay Harry and Harry could actually sue him.
We had complicated policies, that's why Dan never allowed those kinds of booking. I'm surprised Harry convinced him.
"Yeah, you will be here everyday for the next week." He grinned and if he wasn't getting on my nerves, he would have looked cute.
"Okay." I finally said, knowing that arguing with him would change nothing.
"Good!" He cheered before his face became serious.
"Niall I went through your phone and I didn't find your mum's contact..." He trailed off.
"What? You went through my contacts? And you were looking for my mum, why?" If I wasn't furious before, I sure was now.
"Well, I just wanted to mess around. Like call her and tell her that I'm your boyfriend." He shrugged like it was no big deal, when it was actually the biggest deal of the century.
"You wanted to call and tell her that you are my boyfrien- Harry, has it ever occurred to you that I'm in a relationship. Married even?" I asked.
"Nope, because you wouldn't be working as an exotic dancer if you had a significant other." He said bluntly and I was supposed to be hurt but I internally agreed with him.
I mean who would want their boyfriend to show their body to others on stage everyday?
That was one of the reasons I avoided anything to do with love and relationships.
"But frankly that's a major invasion of privacy." I narrowed my eyes at him. "First you text Zayn then Liam and now you were looking for my mother?"
"That reminds me, Liam and Zayn huh? Did they talk?" He smirked.
"None of your business." I snapped at him.
"Okay, just tell Liam that when it works out, he should thank me." He winked and went serious again.
"But your parents, I didn't find anything about them here. Are you in touch with them?" He asked again as he handed my phone back to me.
He seemed genuinely concerned but this is Harry we are talking about.
"They are out of my life and I don't want to talk about them." I said as I was hit by all kinds of emotions just by remembering that I had to work in a strip club to support myself after they abandoned me.
"Don't cry, Niall. Wanna talk about it?" Harry asked and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
I didn't even know I was crying until he mentioned it.
I wanted to talk it out, the emotions were suffocating me but with Harry?
He would only use the information to back stab me. Then again he was the only one around aside from Zayn who had wanted to know about my parents.
"Please Niall just talk to me. I'm here for you." He ran a hand through my hair while saying that.
I didn't know what to do and I was pretty sure I was gonna hyperventilate if I didn't calm down.
How does one even get out of a situation like this?
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