So, What? // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 10

~And now that we're done,

I'm gonna show you tonight~

"No, you don't understand, that's the best thing I've ever seen," Niall was exploding from happiness, and he had completely moved on from the inhaler thing. "The way that they moved up there on that stage...I need to get a job at a gay bar."

"That means you're going to get hit on a lot," Liam was looking at his nails, which were crusted with blood.

"Can't be more than I do now," Niall finally downed the rest of his drink and drunkenly pushed himself away from the bar. "Ok, now where do we go?"

Harry was left with the wig in his arms, a beautiful gold color with intricate braids. He wished that his hair was long - there was definitely a sexy factor to long hair. "Earth to Harold Styles?" Liam questioned.

"Stage door's over there," Harry pointed it out and Niall set off as their captain, leading the three of them over there. There was no apology from him as he plowed through the crowd, but Harry still had a braincell and a half left. Liam lost all his with his blood in that kitchen sink. "Niall! Niall!"

"Um, yes, hello..." Niall trailed off as he leaned in to stare at the security guard's name badge. Harry noticed off-handedly that he was smoking hot, and then decided to save his new friend from ridicule. "...sir! We need to go backstage."

"Well that's funny, because it doesn't seem like I know any of you."

"Hi," Harry squeaked out. "This wig fell off during the show, and we just need to return it. We're not criminals or anything."

"Says you," The security guard retorted, picking up the radio. "All right, can I get a manager in the front hall? Go on through, guys." Stepping out of the way, the three of them went in through the door into the dark hallway. Liam started giggling. Harry kicked him, and he stopped it.

Niall took the first cautious step forward, but then stopped because there was a young man coming towards them, looking all business in a black dress shirt and slacks. "Why are you back here? You're not authorized to be back here."

Harry held up the wig and threw it towards him. The manager had remarkable adaptability, but he really couldn't throw for shit and it almost hit the wall. Niall stepped towards the man, which brought the other two along with him. "Hey there, bucko. You gonna get that back to the right person?"

His face went blank as he talked to Niall, who was very obviously drunk. "I don't know who this belongs to because I wasn't watching the show, but I will find its owner. I'm really good at finding people, so just stay here and I'll let you know when the wig is in its rightful place, m'kay?" He was off again, swiftly walking down the hallway.

Harry scoffed. "He has the flattest ass I've ever seen."

"Anyone get his name?" Liam asked, shifting from foot to foot. He was the second drunkest out of the trio, and that was beginning to show in how he was acting. Everyone shook their heads, and he shrugged. "Anything else to say about the show?"