So, What? // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 14

~(Uh, check my flow, uh)

The waiter just took my table,

And gave it to Jessica Simp - shit!~

By the time Harry peeled himself off of the hallway floor, he was ready to head back to the dressing room, drink a gallon of water, and do his makeup again. Mostly because it had been ruined when he cried during that soul-shattering duet that Louis and him did. That being said, if his name was even Louis. That still wasn't confirmed. There was also the pesky reason of seeing Louis again, and he wasn't going to face him without looking his best. With makeup on. Because this time, Harry was going to do things right.

If Louis didn't like everything that Harry was, then he was done.

His reflection scared him. The masterpiece that Sabrina had created on his face was done for now, gone from the crying and sweating. Despite the microphone, he was screaming and knew his vocal cords would be sore for centuries after this. He didn't care. The vibe was different than the club he'd sang Just Like A Pill in, but maybe he'd get noticed.

Maybe his name would get thrown around and he'd be the all-famous Harry Styles. Singer-songwriter, whatever he wanted to be.

This time, he took to his makeup in proper lighting and with a steady hand. A little clean-up, and some reapplication and he was ready to go out there. At this point, Harry was feeling a little guilty about not helping with the clean-up, but that was overshadowed by his need for a charger.

Throwing open the door, Harry immediately knocked on the ajar door across the hall. "Hello?" He questioned.

The bass guitar player, most likely Garrett, peeked his head around the corner, a Gatorade in his hands. "Great performance, man."

"Thanks. Um, the drummer said I could use a charger he has?" Garrett nodded and walked over to the wall, unplugging a slim black phone. The screen lit up, and Harry saw a picture of a family, but it looked old. Then the charger was in his hands.

"I'll tell Lou I gave it to you. He's staying tonight, just give it to him before you leave. He'll lose his shit if you don't give it back." Harry politely went back to the dressing room, where Sabrina was heading out with her bags. She didn't say a word about the performance, but if she didn't have anything nice to say, than he honestly didn't want to hear it. He wanted to hear Louis compliment him though. Those beautiful soft lips curving in a smile and saying his name.

Harry quickly plugged his phone in and set about drinking some water. The alcohol and running around L.A, not to mention the mini concert and real concert, had dehydrated him beyond extreme. He didn't care if he got sick, he was drinking four water bottles.

When his phone beeped on, his heart stopped. The adrenaline was beginning to fade, but now that there was the potential for a call, a text, his heart was racing again. Fuck Cole for still giving him that feeling.

His anger warranted another spam of calls and texts. Angry voicemails, and polite "call me back, please", mixed with a slew of hitting random keys and hitting send, hoping he would notice and finally pick up the phone. But he didn't, so Harry decided to fill Niall in, finding the recently added number.

Hey, this is Harry. I'm going to eat something, and then I'll take the bus back to the gay bar?

He waited for a while, but there was no response. Then he added,

It went really well. And there's a drop dead gorgeous guy. I'm gonna try and get his #

To go along with the growling of his stomach, he decided that it was time to get a table to himself. He could ask for Louis' number when he returned the charger. And there was no way to know where he was sitting.

Navigating the halls, he eventually found himself back near the dance floor and the tables. A waiter immediately came up to him, different from the one who greeted him at the door. "Great performance!" He giddly shouted at him. Looking down at the name tag, it said Alexis. "I didn't know that Louis was singing again."

He really wanted to press more into that, but Harry was going to die if he didn't get some mac and cheese in his body this second. "Can I have a table please? I'm very hungry," He was as polite as possible. As polite as he could be.

"I'll see if I can find one," Alexis walked off with a smile, carrying a menu and a rag. He walked up to a table across the floor and began cleaning it off. Harry tapped his foot, waiting for him to come back and give it to him. He gingerly set silverware and the menu on the table. Harry narrowed his eyes as another waiter came over - the sullen one from the door - came over to grab him.

The two of them walked towards the door and disappeared. Then a moment later, Alexis was walking with known other than the very talented Jessica Simpson. He'd been trying not to act starstruck during his performance, especially when he saw some really big names in the crowd. But now, he wasn't on stage, wasn't working.

He realized there was no idea he could ask for a picture. She wasn't even there to listen to his performance, and the entire encounter would be awkward. Harry was too busy internalizing his thoughts and fears about saying hi to her, when his last brain cell kicked in to realize that the pair was walking straight towards the table Harry was supposed to get.

Harry! Who was sweating, and having the most transformative night of his life. Fuck Jessica Simpson. He scoffed, watched Alexis greet her and take her order, like he wasn't fully about to give that table to him. Harry knew that it was his table, due to the eye contact that Alexis maintain while he was cleaning the table.

The anger was rising and very palpable. He was sure he looked like a tomato. Harry was ten thousand percent ready to fight his husband with this anger. "I have to get out of here!" He screamed, turning towards the doors.