Happy Valentine's Day babes ❤ hope you like the prologue xx

This and the whole story is in third person by the way. It's my first time doing a story in third person and there are bound to be errors since I'm not used to that style so bear with me.

I know there are other fanfics of girls who're stripper and Harry falls for them and etc. I promise this story is different and it's not plagiarized. I don't condone that shît.

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✧ I just want to see you shine 'cause I know you are a Stargirl ✧

  The Neon Demons.

  The most popular strip club in New York city that was around the corner on 7th Avenue street, always buzzing with excitement and anticipation as people would line up to get a chance to enter. The club lived up to its name. Neon lights were what illuminated the dark, alluring place with the strippers known as demons, dancing in the shadows with their irresistible looks and moves. Hues such as electric blues, vivid reds, bright pinks and pretty purples gave off an enticing, mysterious aura that flowed through people like a virus, but a good one.

  Harry's ring-clad fingers pinched his pink lower lip as he waited patiently, drink in his other hand while he relaxed against the plush, crimson chair near the main stage. Pale, jade eyes scanned the large room slowly watching strippers pass by with men dripping with money, trail behind them like dogs. This club was also known for its stunning strippers. The strippers were different here. They were exquisite women, all sorts of sizes and ethnicities, whom were utterly talented in what they were doing. They were empowering, sexy and confident, and that was what drew the men in.

  With a soft exhale, Harry sat up and adjusted his black duster coat, wondering to himself why did he have to dress so formal tonight. He took a look at his outfit. Black open neck shirt that displayed his swallow and butterfly tattoo, Lanvin black and white pinstripe pants, and his favorite ebony Saint Laurent ankle boots.

  It didn't look that formal he found himself thinking before remembering that it was for Niall's birthday after all, but Niall had forgotten to include that they were also going to a strip club to celebrate. Harry had never been to a strip club. He often strayed away from things like this, always the innocent one out of the boys in his friend group. But tonight, he decided to make an exception for Niall because it was the guy's birthday.

   "Enjoying, Harry?"

  Harry snapped his head to his right, shrugging lightly in response to what his friend, Louis, had said.

   "It's alright," he responded, raising his glass back up to take a sip of the vodka and sprite he had asked for. "Still waiting for the main show."

   "It'll start when Niall returns," Louis promised, a curvy dark woman catching his eye as he turned his head to face the direction in front of him. The red neon lights fell upon his face, shadows forming under his sharp cheekbones before he turned back when Harry spoke again.

   "And when is that?"

   "When he's done eating," Louis said with a chuckle.

   "He's always eating," Harry murmured with a shake of his head. Another pro of this place: they had amazing food.

   "Indeed, and you shouldn't be surprised, Harold," a voice spoke up from behind Harry, making him flick his gaze over his shoulder, noticing the blonde man with bright blue eyes him and Louis were talking about.

   "I wasn't," Harry rolled his eyes lightly at Niall who sat down beside him in the empty plush chair next to his. "Is it gonna start now?"

   "Someone's eager," Niall wiggled his eyebrows at Harry with a smirk.

   "I just want to see the dancing, these lovely ladies seem really talented-"

   "Let's see how talented you think they are when they're waving their gaping pussies in your face," Niall snickered with narrowed bright eyes, his crude words making Harry pout and frown.

   "That doesn't sound very respectful, Niall," Harry said to Niall, making him roll his eyes, leaning back in his seat.

   "So what? They're strippers, their job is degrading enough. What difference would it make if I talk about them disrespectfully?"

   "It doesn't matter if their job is degrading. They all have their reasons for doing it. The best we can do is be kind to them and respect them as they're doing a lovely job tonight, dancing for us," Harry rambled a bit, making Niall shoot him a blank look.

   "You're a fucking pussy."

   "Excuse me?"

  Niall simply shook his head before pulling out a large wad of cash, tugging out a couple of 100 dollar bills and handing them to Harry. Harry frowned at the money in his hand, especially when he did the same for Louis and Liam.

   "What's this for?" he asked Niall with knitted brows, causing Louis and Niall to snicker on either side of him.

   "For the strippers, peach," Niall said, pinching his cheek playfully, making him jerk his head back with a slight scowl.

   "What do I do? Just give it to them when they're done?"

   "No...you dumbshit. You throw it at them."

   "But that's not...nice," Harry frowned lightly, looking down at the money in his hands with pouted lips. "That sounds degrading."

   "They're hundred dollar bills for fuck's sake, they won't care if it's thrown at them," Niall threw his hands up in exasperation, before pointing to a large table filled with men in the corner with a pole on it and woman dancing provocatively. "See? That guy's making it rain and she loves it!"

   "Still seems disrespectful to me," Harry mumbled under his breath, before Niall grunted in annoyance and took the money back.

   "Okay fine, you don't have to throw the damn money. I'll save these for the private shows," Niall muttered stuffing his money back into his pockets while Harry's eyebrows shot up at his words.

   "Private shows?"

   "Yeah, you know when you go into those small private rooms with one stripper and she gives you a lap dance-"

   "I know what those are," Harry shook his head as Niall misunderstood why he was questioning him. "We're gonna have private shows?"

   "Yeah we are," Niall grinned widely and nodded. "Since it's my birthday, I'm gonna treat each one of you to a private show with your own choice of stripper! So keep your eyes peeled for your girl, peach," Niall poked my cheek again before a deep voice filled up the entire room as it spoke through a microphone.

   "Ladies and gentleman, it's that time of the night. The time where you dig deep into your pockets, and welcome our best neon demon: the Diamond Girl."

  Murmurs from all around the room died down gradually as the music began, all pairs of eyes focused on the dazzling curtains that lay ahead in the center of the t-shaped stage. Then suddenly, a pair of hands peaked through, pulling apart the jewel-beaded curtain slowly while a slim body stepped out. Harry felt his jaw slacken slightly as his pale eyes gazed intently at the tall, tanned woman who had just walked into the room. Her name certainly matched her attire.

  Every single stripper in this club had a mask on them, most of time from what Harry has seen; it was black lace. But the Diamond Girl had a mask to match her name, one that was made out of diamonds. Of course, they weren't real diamonds, but they didn't look fake. Her mask matched her attire, an ebony bodysuit with cutouts around her waist. Through the low cut v that revealed her smooth, glowing tanned skin, ending a few inches above her navel, she wore a bra that was completely made out of diamonds to match her mask.

  She strutted with confidence and sultrily to the beat of the music, the song unfamiliar to the audience's ears, but enticing in its own way with provocative lyrics and a sensual beat. As she came closer to the pole, Harry was able to distinguish her features a bit more. She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful. Her dark, umber eyes peeked through the bedazzled mask as she wrapped her fingers around the pole and started to move her body against it.

  Harry watched in complete awe as she danced in rhythm to the beat of the music, her slim body twisting around the pole and rising into the air as if she defied gravity. Harry could see why she was considered the best out of all the other strippers in the club. It was because she danced with grace and agility, which made pole dancing appear as a form of art rather than erotic dancing, as most people in this club would have thought it to be. The talent and skill was clearly evident in her movements, the way her toned body would slip down and rise up the pole while twirling and twisting around it in time with the music was utter perfection.

   "Damn," Niall breathed quietly beside Harry, a smirk dancing on his lips as his eyes blatantly lingered around her chest area and lower region. "The things I'd do to have those fine legs wrapped around my head."

  Harry scowled instantly at his words, ignoring him as he focused his eyes on the dark-eyed beauty once again, noticing her leaving the pole and walking further up the stage. His throat went dry when she suddenly locked gazed with him, pale jade eyes wide with nervousness and utter awe as she swung her hips from side to side and ran her hands through her hair. Harry felt himself getting slightly aroused by the sight of her, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as his crotch began to tighten a little when his mind started conjuring up erotic scenarios of him and the Diamond Girl.

   "She's breathtaking," Harry said with a dreamy sigh, more in awe at her talent and beauty than being aroused like the rest of the men in the club.

   "Someone's whipped," Louis snickered quietly, biting his lip as her sky blue eyes clung to the Diamond Girl's moving body.

  Their muttering died down when the song began to end. The Diamond Girl finished off her performance with a couple of hips swings and hair flips, the song ending with a bang and sparks raining down upon the stage behind her. The crowd went wild as applause erupted, dollars bills flying into the air as everyone 'made it rain' as Niall would say. Harry was on my feet, clapping with his pink lips stretched across his face at how awe striking her performance was. He was the only man in the club who thought of her performance as a work of art in a way that she was talented rather than in the way the rest of the men thought, which was: she was sexy and totally asking for it.

   "Alright boys," Niall stood up, clapping his hands together as he stood in front of his three friends. "Time for the private shows. Who wants-"

   "I want the Diamond Girl!" Harry spoke up quickly, his voice firm with his brows arched. The other two boys immediately protested.

   "What? No! Harry, you won't be able to handle someone like her giving you a lap dance. You'll cum in your pants!" Louis exclaimed, making Harry grimace, knowing that he was already semi-hard.

   "Yeah," Liam agreed with Louis. "Plus you were the one complaining about coming here in the first place, now you want a private show with the best stripper in the club? Screw you, I want her."

   "Guys! Chill! I think Harry deserves the Diamond Girl," Niall mused, making Harry grin a little, getting excited again. He just wanted to see her dance again. "After all, we did force him against his own will to come here. He might as well have whomever he picks."

   "I guess since it's his first time, he might as well have an experience he'll never forget," Liam considered, smirking suggestively at Harry who gulped a little, now suddenly worried he won't be able to handle it.

  He thought about it for a second, he was going to be in a room, all alone with just the Diamond Girl. He felt intimated enough being in a huge room with so many other people and her dancing on stage; he couldn't imagine what it'd be like in a closed, more private area. Get your shit together Harry, he scolded himself. He's been told that he has an intimidating and attractive appearance and that he must use it to his advantage even though on the inside he never thought he was good-looking and was the sweetest, most down-to-earth person one could ever meet.

  It was just that he had never seen a woman who seemed so confident and empowering, so sexy and beautiful. It intimidated him, but also had him him awe-struck. The fact that he was going to get a lap dance from her had him nervous but also excited, never having received a lap dance from his previous lovers, let alone a stripper.

   "Okay I spoke to the manager," Niall returned after a few minutes with a huff, hands on his hips. "The Diamond Girl is fully booked tonight."

  Harry's face fell immediately at Niall's words, disappointed that he wasn't going to get his first private show with the stunning dark-eyed beauty he saw.

   "But," Niall spoke up again, a cheeky smirk tugging at his pink lips. "I managed to squeeze you in for the first show." 

  A happy grin found its way through Harry's face, excitement filling his body up as he was soon enough led by a stripper towards a dark hallway with red neon lights illuminating it. On either side of him were rooms with blood red velvet curtains that concealed in insides of them: the private show rooms. The dark beauty in front of Harry pulled back one of the curtains, revealing a dimly lit room with neon purple lights, a glittery table in the middle with a pole and a bright, crimson sectional sofa curved around the table.

   "She'll be here in a few minutes," the woman told Harry. He thanked her kindly and smiled at her politely, not noticing how taken aback she was by his kindness, a rarity in a strip club.

  Harry placed himself on the plush sofa, sitting with his knees apart and laced fingers between them. The room was fairly sized; neon purple and blue lights illuminated it, giving off a very seductive vibe. Harry found himself overthinking, pondering continuously about how to act when the Diamond Girl gives him his lap dance. Do I just sit there? He wondered to himself, never having had a lap dance before. His exes were even more vanilla than he was, always sticking to the safe, unexciting side of sex, whereas he always had the urge to try new things.

   "Whatever I'll just wing it," he muttered to himself, leaning back against the sofa as he continued to wait.

  The Diamond Girl gazed at herself in the mirror with a sigh, rolling her nude painted lips inwards and puckering them as she dreaded what she had to do next. Private shows. They were the most annoying part of the job. She loved performing on stage; it reminded her of when she used to perform at the David H. Koch Theater or the Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts, both prestigious places where her ballet company would perform in. Her gaze lowered to the three tiny stripes of white powder that sat on her compact mirror, a rolled up five dollar bill lying next to it. That there was the reason why she didn't perform in those places anymore, and why she was stuck here in The Neon Demons strip club.

   "Adriana!" The manager, Matt called out loudly. "Get going already! People are waiting!"

  With another sigh falling from her lips, she stood up in her seat, eyes flickering down the mirror to examine her new outfit, which she usually wore for private shows. A top that consisted thoroughly of diamonds, fake ones of course, that managed to cover up her nipples perfectly well while sparkly black tights concealed her tanned legs. She was the only demon in the club who the manager spent money on generously for her outfits, only because she was the star performer and had to live up to her stage name.

  She left her mask at the dressing table, deciding that her outfit had enough sparkle and glam to it while she strutted down the dark, red hallway. The room on the far left her manager had said, that had the first customer waiting patiently. She only hoped it wasn't one of those perverted old men who had grabby hands. No man followed the 'no touching unless you're asked to' rule. Half of the time, Adriana found herself giving a few men black eyes when they thought they could just grab her like she was a rag doll.

  Her delicate fingers grabbed the sides of the curtains just as she heard the music start from the inside, sliding them apart slowly, revealing herself to the stranger inside. Her eyes fell upon the gorgeous man who sat there with wide, pale eyes and a subtle expression full of awe etched upon his face. A smirk drawled upon her lips as she let herself in, body moving in a sensual way as she remembered the man who sat at the front of the main stage, watching her perform with utmost admiration for her talent. It warmed her heart, to see a man who was so genuinely awe-struck by her talent rather than the bastards who simply thought she was just good at shaking her ass and breasts in their face.

  Adriana walked towards him slowly, hips swaying slightly in rhythm to the music while Harry's throat went dry, utterly captivated by the woman who was stood in front of him. She was able to study his features up-close, despite the dim lighting of the room. Dark, chocolate curls framed his chiseled face, ending right above the tops of his shoulders. His eyes were a pale color, perhaps green or blue she thought to herself as it was difficult to tell in the neon lighting.

  But he was utterly handsome, sharp cheekbones and jawline, ruby heart-shaped lips that were slightly parted in awe. His outfit made her bite her lip in approval, dark eyes raking down the way his pinstripe pants clung to his firm thighs while his dark button up revealed his tattooed skin that made her want to trace the swallows on his chest with her tongue.

  Harry too was able to distinguish the Diamond Girl's features a bit better now that her mask was off and she was closer. Thick, brows were sloped over her dark umber eyes that were framed with long, fluttery lashes, which kissed the tops of her soft cheeks whenever she blinked. Her jaw was sharp, making Harry want to trail her plump lips over the bone and leave love bites over her protruding collarbones. His eyes lingered on her lips, soft and plump that had his imagination running slightly wild.

  She bent down, arms stretching out as the palms of her hands touched Harry's knees. He swallowed thickly as he felt himself get aroused when she dragged her palms up the insides of his thighs, avoiding his crotch area as they continued to drag up his chest. The exposed skin of his chest tingled when he felt her touch on him, stunned by how much he craved it when it left him and gripped the sofa tightly behind him.

  Her face was close to his; lips inches away as he felt himself grow hot. She did all of that while maintaining eye contact with him, reading him well as he suddenly felt intimidated under her gaze. She noticed this even though he tried to hide it, wanting to chuckle at the large mixture of emotions that swam within his eyes. Lust was the only thing she was frequently able to read in the eyes of the men she gave lap dances to every day in the club. But Harry was a strange case. Emotions such as awe, nervousness, excitement, swirled around in the green hues of his eyes as she studied him closely.

  Her hand tugged back to caress his cheek, mentally scolding herself for showing affection to the customer but she couldn't help it. It was obvious it was his first time here. This beautiful man seemed so intimidated by her; she just had to assure him that he was going to have an amazing night and that he needn't to worry. Harry's eyes widened a little when he felt her warm touch on his cheek, refraining from leaning into her touch as she smiled gently at him. Her smile felt like he was just kicked in the stomach. It was pretty as hell.

   "What's your name?" Adriana whispered ever so quietly, surprising Harry a little bit by how gentle she sounded.

   "Harry," he mumbled shyly, majorly embarrassed by the way he carried out himself.

  She smiled lightly at his name, turning her head to the side of his face where she placed a gentle kiss along his sharp jawline. Again, something that wasn't usual of her to do for customers. He visibly shuddered at the electrifying feeling, earning a small chuckle from her.

   "Relax baby, let me do all the work."

  This is going to be a fun night, she thought to herself.

  And oh it was.

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