So, What? // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 7

~So, so what?,

I'm still a rock star~

"Breathe with your mouth," Harry was trying to gently help Liam. Their joint goal was trying to get the bleeding to stop. Liam was positive that everything was in the right place, his nose was just bleeding and wouldn't stop. "Lean forward more. More. There."

Harry didn't usually deal well with blood, but since Niall was taking ages to change back into what he referred to as "civilian clothing" when he popped his head out, he had drawn the short straw. They were now in the kitchen, which had long closed down for the night. No one was going to be happy when they found a sink full of blood in the morning, but there was really nothing they could do about it.

"Why won't it fucking stop?" He said angrily. "I feel woozy."

Niall entered the kitchen, holding a small yellow package in each hand. "I am your savior!" Liam grabbed them and ripped them open to reveal tampons. Harry recoiled, but Liam simply shoved one up each nostril in turn.

"Get him something sugary. He lost a lot of blood," He ordered Niall, who turned to a cabinet and took out a can of soda and a cookie.

Liam took only another minute to clean himself up, and then he was ready to go. "Now that I'm off," Niall started. "Let's get fucked up a little bit, dance, and then go find Harry's husband."

Liam looked over at Harry, who still looked frightened by the intense amount of blood in the sink. "You're buying, pal. It's the least you can do after making me lose that much blood." He sighed and followed Niall out of the kitchen and towards the bar; he sweet-talked his co-worker into a round of shots, and they each downed them all at the same time.

"WOO!" Niall screamed, stretching his muscles and grinning. "Liam, Liam, you should show Harry the DJ booth. Would you like that, Harry?"

He nodded and set the shot glass on the bar, smiling "I studied to be a singer in college!" He had to yell as the beat of the song rose in the background.

"Why isn't your voice being played in this club then?" Liam laughed, and then started to lead them in a different direction than Harry had been in that night - and he had been through most of the club. By this time, he should've been tired, but the alcohol was keeping him going, and making him more friendly. He complimented every cute haircut and shirt he saw, until Niall had to backtrack to pull him up to the booth so that the small tour could actually be started.

"You look disgusting," The person who had been forced to cover for Liam said, and Liam's dimples showed as he smiled back at his co-worker. Then he took over the controls, tampons still in his nostrils.

Harry and Niall watched for a moment before Harry tapped Liam's shoulder, trying to continue his confidence. "Yeah?"

"Do you guys have microphones?" Liam nodded, and then turned his head to the side to listen to where he was going with this. "I want to sing a song." Harry pointed towards the stage below them, which was completely empty except for drinks on the edge.