Do you really know them? (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 10

Hey guys :D I haven't updated in ages I know I'm sorry.  I hope your all okay and I still don't know if you want the fanfic to be Louis or Zayn.  Help?

I walked into the nightclub that I worked in and immediately I was hit by the sounds of the DJs practising their tracks for the night.  I smiled, I liked the atmosphere that it held.  I worked on the bar and I knew the people who came most weeks well.  It was 7 now, so the first clubbers would arrive in about two hours I roughly guessed as I walked into the small changing rooms provided for the staff to change into their work clothes.   As I came out I walked straight into one of the DJs.  I muttered a sorry and shot him a smile as I walked towards the bar I worked on to set everything up.

Time passed quicker than normal and before I knew it the first people were at the bar ordering drinks and the music was blaring.  Why did I like it in here?  Because I couldn’t hear myself think and often that’s all I need.  It was a Friday night so the club filled up quickly and I was rushed off my feet but I didn’t mind, you caught snippets of people’s conversations and anyway I was burning calories and that was good.  Right?  I’d eaten that day, some toast and some soup, so I was fine.

“Hey, your Zayn’s friend right?” Someone slurred in front of me when the bar was starting to quieten down.  I flinched at the sound of his name, I wanted to help him, but I couldn’t.  I’m just me.  I looked up and saw another boy, around Zayn’s age although a little shorter with fluffy brown hair and piercing blue eyes.  Those eyes were haunted though.  I could tell, there was something in there that was being hidden as much as possible.

“Kinda” I muttered to him as I wiped down the bar where some drunken sod had split their drink.  Kinda, what kind of answer’s that?  Yes, no.  But to be honest I don’t know what we are, we talked once and the second time I ran away.  Great move Frankie, great move.

“Well, if your names Frankie then you need to come with me” He said quietly.  I smirked a little bit, why would he want me?  That’s right to take the piss in front of everyone.  Anyway I’m working I have an excuse, it’s fine.

“I’m working so no” I say before throwing the cloth back into the bucket where it’s kept.  I began to move away to see if anyone needed a drink when my manager came up to me. 

“You’ve been working well Frankie, go home now if you want, you’ve done the longest shift”  I could feel the guys eyes staring at me and I wanted to turn around and slap the smirk off his face.  Instead I smiled and thanked my manager, hey if I’m nice I might get a pay rise.  Good joke.  To get out from behind the bar I have to walk past the guy who said he knew Zayn.  Damn, why could there be two exits into the club.  I took a breath and turned around

“Great your coming” the guy said lively and almost fell of the stool he was perched on.  Jesus Christ if he isn’t careful he’s going to be chucked out.  “I’m Louis by the way.  I’m sure you’ve heard of us” I rolled my eyes at how cocky he was while remaining quiet.  I walked through the club with him to one of the back tables where groups would normally sit.  Instead I saw Zayn curled up in the corner.  I frowned.  It looked as if he was crying, but why would he be crying? 

“We asked him what was wrong but all he said was your name and you worked here.  I’ve been round everybody here trying to find you.  I don’t know what’s wrong with him”  For the first time I saw fear in Louis eyes, he actually cared for Zayn. 

“Could you give us a little space?”  I asked and Louis backed off looking at me curiously.  The only thought going through my mind was that it was about the hospital earlier.  I mean why else wouldn’t he tell the boys what was wrong?  I walked towards him slowly trying not to attract attention to either me or Zayn.  I stood at bench Zayn was sat on.

“Z-Zayn?”