So, What? // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 12

~So, so what?,

I'm still a rock star~

Niall and Liam decided to wait a minute before catching a bus, to make sure that Harry got into the club on time and was connected with all of the right people. As they waited for an angry woman to stop yelling at the bouncer, Niall typed his and the DJ's phone numbers into Harry's phone to make sure that they could all contact each other if something went wrong or someone got lost. That someone would most likely be Harry, the drunk buffoon. Then the two of them stepped aside while he moved to talk to the man wearing a black suit and tie guarding the door.

"Get back in line, sir," He said, with all of the sass of the gay bar security guard, but with much more formality. After all, these were celebrities he was letting go in and out of these doors.

"Um, I'm Harry Styles. If there's a list, my name should be on it."

"Can't hear you. Speak up." He balled his hands into fists. Where was the confidence he had had ten minutes ago, telling his sister he'd be back home by fall?

"I'm Harry Styles," He crossed his arms, trying to look cool. "I'm singing tonight."

The bouncer looked up at him, and then grabbed a clipboard, running through a list of names. Harry wondered how many of the people waiting in line were on it. "Alright, go in."

Harry waved to his friends of the night and smiled as he entered the doors, thinking of how his night could only go up from here. Waiting just inside was a waiter, with dark circles under his eyes and dragging his feet. But he perked up as soon as he saw that another person had entered. "Welcome, Mr?"

"Styles," He smiled widely, showing off his perfect teeth. "I'm the singer."

The waiter's face fell back to normalcy as he realized he wasn't talking to someone important. Just another ordinary person like him. Turning around, he pulled open the door, which had a little porthole window, like on a ship. "Keep walking until you see Dressing Room Number 2. Knock on it and she'll fill you in." He did a once over of Harry while continuing to talk. "Figure out what songs you want to play, quickly. And for gods sake, fix your makeup. You look like you've been crying."

Well, he wasn't wrong.

With a polite nod, Harry was on his way, speed walking while quickly reading over the list of titles on the doors. After a few turns, and beginning to wonder if he'd passed it, at the end of the road was two dressing rooms, on on either side of the hall. 2 on the right, 1 on the left. Remember what the tired man had said to him, he knocked on the second door.

It took a minute, but eventually a plain-looking girl answered the door, a bass guitar attached to her. "Well, took you long enough," She sighed. "Ew, your makeup. Get in here."

Harry entered the room, sending a glance across the hallway before closing the door behind him. "Hi, I'm Harry. I'm singing tonight?"