So, What? // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 18

~Na na na na na na na he's gonna start a fight,

Na na na na na na na we're all gonna get in a fight~

When the Uber arrived, Zayn got into the passenger seat, and everyone kicked Niall into the back in response to his earlier mutiny. He was perfectly fine to be back there, bumping to the music. Louis sat in the middle since he had the shortest legs, but he seemed content. Calm now, after the explosion to Cole on the phone.

Harry's eyes were closed as he leaned against the wall, and Zayn clucked when he saw. "Louis, kick him awake," He said, and the one in the middle seat did exactly that. "Can we turn the music up louder?"

"Your call, buddy," The driver shrugged, and Zayn cranked the dial.

"Just let me rest my eyes!" Harry screamed. "It's been a long night, ok?"

"It's not over yet," Liam reminded him. "Almost. Once you fuck him up, you can go to sleep."

"Do we need more shots?" Niall's voice rose, and he started viciously dancing. But no one except the driver could see him, in the rear view mirror. "We can stop and get shots before we head out the back door. Everyone working should let us off without paying. I know them all."

The driver slammed on the brakes. "Here."

"This isn't the club," Niall noted, the first to look out the window.

"Just a little pit stop," Zayn told them. "Everyone, out of the car." He did a clap for good measure, and the tired humans got out, grumbling.

"I don't think I can do this. Like realistically," Harry said, rubbing his eyes. Louis moved to support him with his tiny body. "I'm so tired."

"I hate to give credit to anyone who looks like Ellen DeGeneres, but maybe we do need shots?" Liam let the seat down to his friend in the back, who gave him a good natured punch on the arm. "Hey, someone had to say it."

"This is a gym," Louis scowled at Zayn, who was typing rapidly with a smile on his face. Who could he be contacting at this hour? "And it looks closed. And you all should no that I don't work out. Never have, never will. I was just naturally gifted with this ass."

Harry spluttered in response, but no one else laughed. It was a good joke, but perhaps the wrong time. "It looks closed because it is closed, Louis," Zayn glared. "But, I know someone who works here."

"Stop speaking in tongues, you witch," Niall said, a death grip on his phone. "Tell me why the fuck we're here."

A figure came into view on the opposite side of the door, opening it from the inside. "Come on in, it's cold as shit out there."

"He's a street fighter. He's going to show us all the moves," Zayn was the first to reach the doors, showing the others that it was safe to go inside. "Squad, this is Calvin."