So, What? // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 16

~What if this song's on the radio,

Then somebody's gonna die~

It was just a short walk from the bus stop back to the gay bar. Harry and Louis walked hand in hand, neither of them finding that odd. However, when he saw the silhouettes of his two friends in front of the building, which was shutting down for the night, Harry ran to meet them. Louis jogged lightly, a smile on his face.

"Harry, bro!" Liam said, the first to see him. "Oh my god, how was it?"

"It was amazing. I'll fill you in at some point later on, surely. But, um, this is Louis." Harry looked over at the boy with the blue eyes. "He was the drummer at the club, and he's joining our little crew." Niall and Harry made eye contact and had a nonverbal conversation, which basically ended in Niall knowing that Harry was head over heels in love with a stranger. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

"We're still waiting on Zayn," Niall added. "Hi, pal. I'm Niall," The new member of the group shook his hand, and then Liam, who just said his name and nodded at him.

"So, it went well?" Niall said, moving his shoulders to keep from getting cold. It was four in the morning.

"There's no way that I could ever regret it. That was the kick in the ass I needed to move forward, I think. Because I've done a lot of leaving behind tonight, but that was moving forward. Into my new life as a singer."

"Oh, yeah?" Louis teased, stepping closer to him.

Zayn exited the building, a cigarette between his lips, still looking the exact same as when they saw him last. "Surprise, surprise," He said, throwing his hands up. "I thought you guys wouldn't come back."

"We're in dire need of help," Liam said, stepping forward.

"Can I bum a smoke?" Louis questioned, and Zayn happily reached into his pocket to pull out another one. He even lit it for him.

"I need more info," Zayn said, looking around the group. "How do I find someone I know nothing about?" He shuffled around while Harry collected his thoughts, tightening the straps of a backpack. It was the exact same color as his outfit and hair - black.

"Ok, so Cole left me in a bar, and hasn't replied to calls or texts since. Nothing! Not a single peep out of him all night! And I don't know what to do to find him. There's no way for me to track him! He's definitely ignoring me, but he's probably been on Instagram the entire night. He loves that app."

Zayn rolled his eyes and gestured to Harry's phone in his hands. "Open that and let me take a look?" After a minor hesitation, the request was granted, and Instagram was immediately opened. No questions after that. Everyone was silent as some typing was done and then Zayn looked up. "If he's on Instagram, you could just post a picture and tag him in it. Try that."

"There's no reason for him not to just ignore that too," Niall sighed.