The Club

9

After deciding which songs to record and reversing them nonstop they headed to the studio a month later to make a demo.
"There's five of you?" The sound guy asked.

"Yeah, we formed a band." Louis said.

"Alright. Let's talk instrumental." The sound guy said.

"I want real instruments." Louis stated.

"Do you all play instruments?" The sound guy asked.

"Ehm, yes and no. We don't have a bassist or a drummer " Louis replied.

"I can take care of that. Songs?" The sound guy asked.

They had agreed on three songs and played them, with Niall on the guitar. They discussed how they should sound.
"I can get you musicians if you pay for their time." The sound guy said.

Oh. Louis hadn't put that in the budget. He hesitated. Harry opened his mouth.
"Of course."

Harry could probably see the panicked look on his face because he leaned in to talk to him.
"We'll split the cost all five of us for the musicians and the recording."

Oh. Louis looked at the others and they nodded their heads.
"Great!" Louis beamed. That would make things so much easier. This whole band thing was a blessing.

The sound guy needed a couple of days to record the song instrumentally before they could come in and sing. They celebrated that evening with cheap beers and burgers.

In the following three weeks, they spent a lot of time in the studio perfecting their vocals. The songs sounded amazing with all the right instruments and the sound guy knew what he was doing. Soon enough they had their demo.

They met up at Harry's place for dinner.
"I've looked up every music label there is. Let's send a copy to all of them and hope that someone wants to sign us." Niall said excitedly.

They spent the rest of the evening writing addresses on letters after they had composed an introduction letter to send with the demos along with pictures of them as a band. They took a bunch at the club a week ago.

Louis stayed behind after the rest of the guys left. He took Harry's hand and lead him to the fun room. Harry happily obliged.

One of the best perks of really getting to know each other was how much that improved the sex. Harry had memorized all of his hot spots and he kissed, nibbled, twisted, and bit until Louis was flying so high he was afraid he would crash. The orgasm was intense and it felt as if he was floating.
"You're a really good dom." He slurred when Harry helped him come down with hugs and kisses and sweet words.

"Thanks. You're a really good sub." Harry beamed.

"Am I?" Louis questioned, surprised by that statement.

"Yeah. You're willing to try a lot but not everything. Boundaries are important. And you trust me to take care of your needs." Harry smiled.

"You do it so well. Please tell me if I can do anything for you." Louis replied.

"Have you ever topped?" Harry asked.

"No, but I'm willing to try with you, if you want me to. Yeah, that sounds hot." Louis said thoughtfully.

"Another time. Unfortunately, darling, you have to be ready for work." Harry said.

"Crap." Louis huffed but he sat up.

He headed to work a half hour later and started to clean the sex toys. Man, he really hoped they would get a record deal because he didn't know how long he could keep this up.

A month later he got a call. He couldn't believe it at first but a record label actually reached out and wanted to set up a meeting. Louis felt like a stuttering moron for most of the conversation but he at least managed to write down the day, the time, and the place and say that they would be there before they hung up.

After jumping up and down and screaming for a solid five minutes he called Harry.
"A label called! Hazza! A label. They want to see us!"

"Really? That's incredible! When?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Wednesday, four o'clock," Louis informed him.

"Right, I'll talk to my boss about leaving early." Harry said.

"Fuck, you're working! I should have checked with all of you first." Louis stressed.

"It's okay, Lou. I'll take care of it. Wanna come over later?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I'll call the boys too." Louis said and as soon as they hung up he called Niall, Liam, and Zayn to tell them the great news.

They were as happy as he was. They gathered at Harry's place later and popped a bottle of Champagne to celebrate. A meeting didn't mean they would get signed but it was an opportunity.

On Wednesday they were all nervous as they met up outside the record label. They headed inside and announced their presence. Five minutes later they were shown into an office. A middle-aged man shook their hands.
"I'm Clive Sandberg. Welcome!"

They walked out an hour later with a record deal. They headed straight to a restaurant to celebrate.
"I can't believe it! Holy shit! We're making a record." Niall shouted.

"I'm still in shock." Zayn said and took a sip of his beer.

"Me too. I have a club! I didn't think this through." Liam said.

"Are you regretting it?" Louis immediately asked.

"No! We don't even know if anyone will listen to our record but I have to get my ducks in a row. I have to find someone who will take care of my club in case we have to do promotion, maybe a tour?"

"You'd at least have the club if this backfires. I have to quit my job." Harry commented.

"Maybe you can just take some time off?" Louis suggested and squeezed Harry's arm.

"I hate being an accountant. I'll quit! All or nothing, right?" Harry smiled even if he looked nervous.

"Yeah. Liam? I quit too." Louis said.

"Ehm, me too?" Zayn said.

"Oh fuck, I need to find a new cleaner, a new bartender, and a manager in the same week? You're killing me here." Liam sighed.

"We won't quit right away. Fuck knows I need the money. We'll be recording for months. You'll have the time." Louis said.

"I guess. Thanks." Liam said.

"Guys! You're totally ruining the moment. This is a big, earth-shaking thing happening in our lives. Right now! Raise your glasses. We're making a record!" Niall grinned.

They cheered to that.