Music.
And lights on.
Zayn started singing.
People fainted after the first line.
Zayn more than killed it. He had the audience going crazy with his smooth vocals and expectations were thoroughly subverted with Liam not starting this freshly written song.
Harry jumped forward for the second verse. His nerves had evaporated as soon as the beat blasted from the speakers. He shouted out the words and a bra almost hit his face. He hopped out of the way and Louis kicked it back into the screaming audience.
Liam galloped to the centre of the stage and sang the bridge part. Everyone was standing and swaying energetically – Louis’ mother and sisters were even twerking. Harry was the luckiest person in the world for being able to perform with the Plastics, to be a part of the Plastics.
He held onto his mike tightly with one hand as he began with the chorus and briefly tickled Zayn’s chest with his other. Zayn laughed and jolted away, focusing on Liam as they all danced around ridiculously.
Louis swung an arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him to the front. Harry got that kind of rush every time they touched and he turned to look Louis in the eyes as he sang the last line of the chorus. Louis’ eyes widened momentarily before he quickly spun toward the audience and grinned nervously, hoping his face hadn’t reddened.
The chorus ended with a bang that exploded over their heads, showering them with glitter. There were a few seconds to regroup in an unsteady formation before Zayn sang the next verse whilst staring at Liam. The excitement of their fans, of their school increased even more drastically as Zayn pointed from Liam’s head to his feet, motioning that Liam had just what he needed.
Liam was fixated on the audience of the talent show though, ogling a grumpy-faced Niall who was still sitting despite the craze around him and had even crossed his arms. Some people saw that his leg jittered with the rhythm of the song but Niall himself was too mad to care. He was glaring daggers at Louis who skipped across the stage wherever Harry went.
Zayn was pretending to pull a rope to get Liam to come on, come on over to him when he noticed Liam’s gaze being glued on Horan. The Plastics were having fun, were enjoying this experience together and Liam was still looking at Niall “Fat-prechaun” Horan - it was like a bulldozer had knocked the air out of Zayn and he tripped over a cable.
Liam was the first to swivel around – his sixth sense alerting him of Zayn’s dilemma before his other senses could stop adoring Niall. He rushed forward and his arms shot out, catching Zayn in his fall.
They both gasped upon their contact and the title of the song rang inside their heads. The music played on for a while and it felt like none of the Plastics was even supposed to perform the next lines. In the audience an Irish head murmured a few words but those who heard ignored him and his chiny-chin.
Suddenly an electric cracking was heard above them and the lights flickered for an instant before the auditorium was cloaked in absolute silence.
Louis’ throat escaped a shriek as he realized that the sound system was fried. He would kill Zayn for really killing it but his murderous intent was probably written too apparently on his face because Harry grabbed his arm and prevented him from shedding blood.
Girls and boys, holding colorfully fashioned signs almost dropped those boards when Harry let out a noise. It was a weak attempt at beat boxing but Liam understood. He nodded and pressed his lips together – Zayn licked his own and continued to lie in his hero’s arms.
