So, What? // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 11

~I'm alright, I'm just fine,

And you're a tool~

The three of them sat on the curb about a block down from the club, sipping their drinks. Liam looked the happiest as the lemonade spiked his blood glucose up and as he started dancing to the beat. Niall's head was slumped down, as if he were sleeping and the slurpee was an afterthought. Harry was listlessly looking at Gemma's social media, before he finally decided to call her.

Niall looked up as he stood, but quickly buried his head in his arms again. Harry confidently pressed the call button next to her contact name. He didn't care he she was going to be asleep, he needed to talk some things through with someone rational, before making any actual life-changing decisions.

"Gems, Gems, Gemma!" He finally exclaimed as there was a click on the other line.

"What is it, Haz?" She slurred sleepily. "And don't worry about waking me up. I was watching American Horror Story. Why can't I see you?"

Pulling his face away, he realized that he had FaceTimed her. The Netflix logo was shining back onto his sister's face. "Sorry, I'm a little drunk. Anyways, quick answer round, should I leave Cole?"

"Yes." She said without hesitation, and then doubled back in the conversation. "You're leaving him? You're leaving Cole?"

"Yes, and I'm moving back to San Francisco. By the end of the summer. I want you to hold me to this. This isn't a drunk revelation."

"I'll drug you and put you on a plane," She smiled. "If you're realizing this, Harry, then it must be for the best."

"It is."

Hanging up the call, Liam and Niall looked up at him. "You're really...changing." Liam noted this, and proceeded to throw his cup behind him, making it perfectly in the trash can. "Guess I should be a basketball player."

"What are you guys going to do while I'm in there? Performing? You heard him, no riff raff." Harry started stretching his long limbs, and taking more pictures of himself in the street light glow. They weren't good photos.

"You wanna just meet back at the gay bar? Pretty sure Niall could do to watch some more shows, and we'll just meet Zayn at four-ish. I mean, who knows how long your gig will take..." Liam cleared his throat and angrily kicked the sidewalk curb as he stood. "Besides, Niall and I can get a bite to eat, and catch up."

Harry's stomach grumbled on cue. Looking down at his phone, it broke his heart that there wasn't enough time to eat.

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Harry sneezed, and snot flew into the air and landed back on the pristine white bed sheets. "Goddammit, not again. Fucking shit." Rolling over, he called housekeeping, who quickly promised to come up and change the sheets for the second time that afternoon.