1D Bromance One-Shots [boyxboy]

I Got a Bad Boy - Zarry

*This contains a bit of a mature scene. If you're still innocent and don't want your brain to be polluted, please do not continue on reading.* 
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Harry's P.O.V 

"Are you sure about this?" I asked Niall for a hundredth time. Niall groaned, "Oh come on, Haz! Do you want to see the band perform or not?!" I gulped, I knew I do. "Yeah but, isn't this kinda like - illegal?" I asked again. "Haz, you cannot enter the bar without a fake ID because you're still 19. You do know that only 20 years old above are allowed in the bar, right?" I sighed. He's right. After all, I did wanna see Louis perform with his band.

"Harry Styles? Niall Horan?" a man called out, "Here's your fake ID's. New and Realistic!" I accepted my fake ID and was astonished on how real  it looked. It had all information you usually see in a real ID. "Woah! This is epic! You're the best Liam." Niall cheered, "..now to the bar!" I gave a weak laugh. This night will be remembered!

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Niall and I arrived at Belle de Cosa and I was triple-pumped to say the least. Niall and I proceeded to the end of the line when I caught this mysterious looking creep staring at me. I felt a little bit of anxiety flush all over me. "Hey.." Niall nudged me with his elbows, "..I don't know about you but, I think that hot guy over there is checking you out." I gulped, "Come on, Ni. You're being ridiculous. I'm pretty sure that guy is straighter than a pole, I mean look at his tattoos." Niall shrugged, "Maybe. But--" "We're not here to care about that d-dude, m'kay?" I reminded him, cutting him off. Niall just nodded.

Waiting in the line went agonizingly slow, and what's worse is that every time I glance at my right direction, I can see a glimpse of the stranger still staring at me. What's his deal? 

I decided to listen to Louis' demo that he sent me through E-mail. I plugged my earphones to my ears and clicked on the song. I spent the rest of my time listening to random songs but I can still feel the stranger's stare burning through the back of my head.

"Niall.." I whispered, poking his shoulders. "What? What?!" he snapped, slightly annoyed from all the poking. "Th-The weird dude's s-stare is killing me. I th--think I'm g-g-gonna have a p-panic at--tack." I choked out. "Don't worry. We're up next, we'll be inside this bar before we know it." Niall said, patting my back. I nodded, "M'kay."

Niall's up. "ID?" the bouncer asked. Niall handed him his fake ID for checking. The bouncer studied the item for a couple of seconds and eventually gave Niall access inside the bar. I'm up.

"Hey, you look familiar.." the bouncer flinched his eyes at me, "ID?" I handed him my fake ID and let him look at it for a couple of second. Instead of returning my ID, he looked at me and started chuckling. "Your name is Harry Styles?" I raised an eyebrow, "Yes. Is something wrong?" "Yeah. Obviously there is. You accidentally gave me a fake ID." My eyes grew wide. How did he know it was fake?! He never noticed Niall's. "How did you kn--" I started but was cut off when the bouncer raised one of his hand in front of my face. "I'm a close friend of your mom, kiddo'.." he winked, "..and I also know that Anne has a 19-year-old son named Harry. Sorry kid, your stunt failed." 

I sighed in disbelief. Bullshit! Now I can't see Louis' band rehearse and I'll probably get an hour of lecture from my mother. Ugh, Fuck my life. I sat on a bench just at the side of the street. I can't believe how shitty this night got. I stared at a little boy licking ice-cream when I felt my phone vibrate. I took it out and opened the message. It's from Niall:

Where are ya' mate?! The band is about to start! Come, quick! 

I sighed, but I replied anyways: