So, What? // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 26

~I got my rock moves,

And I don't want you tonight~

There were four figures standing around the bed. Louis was next to his head, Niall at the foot of the bed, staring Harry directly in the eyes, and the other pair stood on the left, close enough to be drawing the same breath in.

Once everyone was there, Louis raised the head of the bed. He seemed to be an expert on how to work hospital equipment, and no one questioned it. Harry was alert, still wearing the oxygen mask. There was no sign that he'd be taking it off anytime in the next hour or so. 

There was silence after the whirring of the bed had finished. "Well, it's been a hell of a night," Niall noted. "But, I'm tired as fuck, Harry."

Harry smiled, having no breath to laugh. "Let's swap phone numbers, yeah? Group chat?" Louis grabbed Harry's phone and then everyone spent a couple minutes getting all of the numbers written down and saved in their contacts. Liam spent a long time choosing individual photos to represent each person, while Zayn just snapped a pic of everyone at that moment.

"Well," Niall said, once he'd gotten his and Liam was searching for a good picture of a cat to represent Zayn. "This was fucking amazing, Harry." He moved around the bed and hugged the curly one tight. "I'll text and we'll hang out and get to burning all of Cole's clothes, yeah? Save some for me."

With his traditional wide smile and a last run through his hair of his fingers, Niall walked out of the room and down the hall. The smile kept on going for miles after he had left. This time it was real, and he was happy.

There were enough chairs for the rest of them to sit for a bit, since no one was as tired as Niall was. "What do you do for a living?" Zayn asked everyone.

"Singer," Louis said confidently. "Harry's an interior designer, but he wants to sing."

"And I'm a DJ, but I want to put my own stuff out there. Soon as I burn my contract and I've got the money," Zayn's eyes sparkled, knowing that Liam's situation was one that he could help. He wouldn't mind being his manager. And his boyfriend.

"I can get you a studio to record. Like tomorrow night!" He exclaimed. "You only live once, right? That's what Harry's taught us tonight, right?"

"I'm touched you guys think I'm an icon for model behavior," He said, muffled through the mask.

 

Liam looked at Zayn, who was beaming with excitement - a real emotion. "Yes," He said, matching the smile. "Dinner before?" Louis and Harry looked at each other, like proud parents watching their children be happy. Harry smiled and bit his lip, while Louis covered his face and turned away to keep from laughing.

After some more light conversation, Zayn stood up and patted Liam's thigh. "It's been my pleasure to help out tonight. I'll text you the number of the best divorce attorney in the city. You'll be owning his back molars by the weekend." Harry reached for his hand and squeezed it. The two of them nodded at each other.