Midnight Memories (A One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter Two - Harry

Harry Styles

"Come on! Opening night is tonight! I need everything set up now!" My phone vibrated in my hand, probably the beverages delivery. "Styles." I barked into phone as a greeting. "Hey, it's Lou, has the food arrived? I don't think I can hold Niall back much longer." I drew in a long breath and let it go slowly before speaking again. "You can't bring him until after the doors open, so in about..." I checked my silver watch, "eight hours." He and Niall could come at any time they wanted actually, they are investors along with the other boys.

I hung up with Lou and glanced around my club that is finally coming together the way I want it to. The painters were applying a thick layer of cherry red to the wall with the front door and the wall directly across from it, and others were painting the other two walls a dark black. The waitresses were adorning the tables with either red, white, or black table cloths on the tables on one of the upper floors.

A banging on the front door made everyone, including me, jump in surprise. I let everyone go back to work before going towards the front door, it was one of those doors that you push out to open from the inside, and pull to open from the outside. I swung the door open quickly, hopefully whoever was behind it would hop back quickly. I didn't hit anything with the door so I think it's safe to assume that the visitor wasn't injured. I looked behind the door to see Timothy Garrett, my hired DJ for the club. "Hey, Boss, just came by a bit early to set up and do a few sound checks." He grinned with his blond hair and blue eyes, he looked more like a Mama's Boy than a DJ. I held the door open for him as he dragged in his little red wagon filled with his equipment. "Go over there." I pointed to the DJ box that I had built on a platform in the corner across from the stairs. "Don't call me boss. Call me Harry." I walked with him to the platform steps. He left the wagon at the base and walked up to the door of the box with me.

I unlocked the door with a key from my keyring. I let him into the small space and let him know that his key was in the drawer to his right. He and I went back down the stairs and I saw Timothy struggling with his wagon. "Hey, Tito!" I called to one of my bouncers. Tito, a bulky bald he-mammoth came from the staff room and picked up the wagon. He carried it up the steps with no effort at all. Tito dropped the wagon without care and left. Some piece of equipment that I don't know the name off fell off the top and busted right at my feet. I rolled my eyes as Timothy started screaming and yelling, and went to retrieve the broken off pieces.

To appease Timothy I said, "Don't worry about it, of course we will replace it." I whipped my phone out to call Paul to see if he knew a number I could call to buy this...thing. "No, Harry, you don't understand. I just bought the last soundboard in Sacramento. There isn't another for fifty miles, you have no idea what I went through to get this one." I pinched the bridge of my nose between my fingers. "I will figure something out, or we will go without this... thing tonight. Give me the model number." I waited for Timothy to give me the model number before leaving the box. I took my phone out and called Paul.

He gave me the number of the company that the studio buys their soundboards from. I dialed the number and clicked the number that they assigned to make an order. "Hello, Music Equipment Unlimited, this is Kate, how may I help you?" A young cheery voice answered. "Hello I need to order a sound board for my nightclub that opens tonight! I need it quickly." Over the line I could hear her nails clicking on a keyboard. "Do you have the model number?"

I pulled the slip of paper with the numbers out of the pocket of my black skinny jeans, and rattled the numbers off quickly. I could hear her nails clicking obnoxiously as she typed the numbers. "We currently have seven left in stock, we can over night you one today." I huffed in annoyance. Is she serious?

"No, Miss, you don't understand, I need it tonight. I dont care if it's two hours away I will drive to it." I need this sound board. This is so important to me, doesn't anyone understand that? I waited a few seconds after she clicked some more. "We are located in Boston." So basically I'm not getting the sound board today. I hung up the phone.

I ran my hand through my long brown curls. What am I going to do? I can't postpone the opening. I took my phone out and automatically my One Direction twitter account popped up with a notification of six hundred twenty three more followers. Maybe they can help.

I typed, Midnight Memories in danger. Need sound board. I quickly added the model number after the message. Now all I have to do is wait.