So, What? // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 13

~I got my rock moves,

And I don't want you tonight~

The three members of the band moved like a well-oiled machine, setting up the sound equipment, with no worry that there were A-level celebrities sitting around the stage, drunk or high out of their minds.

"I can't act starstruck," Harry told himself, and tried to calm himself down with some deep breaths. Then a quick hit off of his inhaler, or maybe two. The last thing he had to do was check his phone for the notifications that wouldn't be there, one last time.

However, when he hit that power button, his heart skipped a beat or two. But on second look, it was just Gemma liking all of the memes he had sent her before arriving at the first club earlier that night. "Gods, that was like a lifetime ago," He smiled, and then closed his eyes. "I'm not alone. Gems is with me, and Niall and Liam believe in me, and Cole can suck my ass."

Looking down at his phone one last time, his heart skipped a beat once more. The power bar said 2%. And if he couldn't get a hold of Cole to beat him up, then everything the night stood for was in ruins.

Harry inched his way to the edge of the doorframe out to the stage and began screaming the girl's name. "Sabrina! Sabrina!" She had just taken what looked to be her final position, sitting on a stool. His eyes glanced over to Drum Boy, who sat closest to him. He played with his fringe of hair and had his lips set in a thin line. Once he got her attention, she glanced over, looking angry and quizzical. "I need a charger!"

She turned her head away, ignoring him with a frown. But Drum Boy caught his attention by waving his hand. "I've got a charger, but you're on in like three seconds." Harry quickly nodded and shoved his dying phone into the crossbody.

Sure enough, a second later, Sabrina was taking over the speakers and said. "Thank you to everyone for coming out tonight. Here is your Friday night mini-concert. Tonight your singer will be none other than Harry Styles. Come on out, Harry."

Harry put his best fake smile on and walked out to the center microphone. There was little to no room for him to move around, and not a single soul clapped for him as he went on the stage. This was very different than the other club he had sung at just a few hours prior. Maybe these people were more drunk or something. Or more sober, and he didn't know which one he feared more. But he knew that he wouldn't let their lack of attention affect anything to do with his singing.

Shortly after he adjusted the microphone for height, the guitarists came in with the beat of the first song. Harry had, of course, had to pick songs he knew by heart, and since he was a huge music nerd, it wasn't hard.

Drum Boy and him came in at the same time, and it took about thirty seconds to a minute before people started to realize that music was playing and that Harry was someone worth paying attention to. It was a pop song, but no one seemed to be dancing. Then a couple led their way to the dance floor in front of the stage and began to sing to each other and sway.

Harry increased his volume and enthusiasm, and once the chorus hit, more people were beginning to dance and his confidence only soared more. At the end of the first song, there was some clapping and he said thanks into the mic, giggling. The second song began to play, even more of a dance one. He got into it, swaying side to side.