Just A Kid || Narry AU

Chapter 2: Meeting The Boys

I woke up that next morning in my bed feeling fulfilled. I take a glance over to my phone on the night stand that was charging. I grab it to see a text from Niall.

Niall had given me his number yesterday to give me a insight to tour life, the schedule and tickets. I read the text.

Niall fucking Horan

You get to meet your bandmates.
We have practice today from 3 to 8. Be on time.

I frown. Five hours of practice for what? Are we playing for The Queen ?

I lay back in the bed and hear my phone buzz. I take another look at it seeing a text from the band group chat telling me they were meeting at Zayn's house. Not sure which one that is but we'll see.

I got up and got dressed. I thought maybe today I could dress more me and wear a rolling stones tee with black skinnies and my old beaten up chelsea boots. Not forgetting to grab my guitar and wallet.

Today I was going to quit my job and get my last paycheck. Today was the first day that my life had changed and there was absolutely no one to share it with.

You've guessed it. I live with no one. I dont have my parents around because I never really knew them and I've never adapted with friends that well. Hence the break up of my previous band.

I was always sort of a lone wolf with a desire to play guitar onstage infront of thousands of people with real musicians.

I load my car and lock up my apartment before walking outside past my neighbor who was cutting his grass. I took off to starbucks happier than ever.

Not much longer I was walking out of starbucks with 600 dollars to my name and an iced coffee. I used my scrunchie to tie my hair back before i took a sip mainly because i didnt want to swallow coffee and hair.

I took this time to put in the address into my gps and head to Zayn's house. I was on my way and was playing Niall's album flicker in the car, getting an idea of his music and what artistic vibe i could add with my guitar. One song that caught my eye more than others was mirrors.

The jump and rise of the song left you with an adrenaline rush that was oh so dangerous. It was contagious and made you want to jump. That was a song of flare and I loved it.

How come I've never decided to listen to his album til now?

Arriving at Zayn's place it was a nice Mediterranean place that had a nice warm feel to it. I could see two lads sitting on the porch sharing a drink as my car pulled into the driveway.

Once I turned off the car I gathered my keys and drink before heading outside my car.

"Who's dreadful vehicle is that?" I heard a loud high pitch voice say and I turn my head to the direction of a shorter lad next to a taller raven haired lad.

"Lou, That's Harry. The raven haired and I take look to Lou with an eyebrow raised. I approached the porch and glare over to lou.

"Sorry I don't make enough money to buy a car to your liking. When I get my check, I'll be sure to bring you to the dealership." I tell him.

"Okay. I like him Zayn." Lou says and Zayn chuckles.

Lou steps down off the porch and holds his hand out to shake mine. "I'm Louis, the drummer, nice to meet you." He says and nod to him, shaking his head.

"And part time car critic." I smile and he smiles back. I turn to the Zayn fellow and he smiles at me.

"Im Zayn, the bass player." He says and I nod, shaking his hand.