Disco Sucks || niam || au.

i. niall

"Niall, can't we just be a band that covers music, rather than one that writes their own? I think that'd be easier,"

"Yeah, and how far would that get us?"

Ashton used his fingers to brush his shaggy hair out of his eyes, "Well, I didn't think about that..."

Harry sat there, twiddling his thumbs, a blank expression on his face.

I pressed my pen to the paper, hoping for poetic words to make their way into my mind.

"Harry, what'cha thinkin' about?"

"My sister," he crinkles his nose, "she has the worst taste in music! You wouldn't believe what she was listening to this morning!"

Small giggles escaped mine and Ashton's mouth.

Sometimes Harry said the darndest things.

Ashton's breathing slowed down, "What was she listening to?"

A disgusted look graced upon his youthful features and Harry said the one word I hoped not to hear.

"Disco."

"Aw, come on, man! What's Gemma's problem? Rock's so much better!"

"She was beltin' out some Bee Gees in the shower... Also as I was driving over here, she thought it'd be funny to put an ABBA tape in."

Harry held up a crushed tape in his hand, "This is it. Or was."

Ashton snickered and I gave him a slight shove. "Gemma's gonna be furious."

Emerald eyes widened as his cheeks flushed.

"'Guess you're right."

The sound of Greg's Escort, pulling into the driveway caught me off guard.

"Greg's home?"

I met him at the door, pulling him into a big hug.

"How was America? Did you meet any celebrities? Did you see the President? I heard Jimmy Carter is really down-to-earth. How was the concert?"

Greg smiled, "No, I didn't see the President, sorry, Niall. Aerosmith was pretty good, I think you would've enjoyed it more than me."

He pulled out a 45, handing it to me.

"What...? Don't I already have Dream On?"

"Yeah, this is your record, but look more closely."

My eyes widened. "You got Steven Tyler to sign my record?! He's like a god! Oh my God, Greg, thank you!"

I hugged him again, and he hugged back.

"Yeah, and you could be a god too and sell out arenas if you and your band start writing a hit song. I see there isn't much on your paper..."

I blushed and plopped back down on the couch, picking up my pen and paper.

"How did you meet Steven Tyler? He's legendary!" Ashton exclaimed, eyes wide.

Greg grinned, "I have a buddy over there, in the U.S., who somehow pulled it off for me. It was great, really."

Greg ruffled my hair and headed towards the door, "Now I'll let you lads to writing. I expect a great song when I call you later!"

"Do you know how long it took me to do my hair this morning?!" I exclaimed, fixing my short feathered locks.

The telephone rang and I jumped up, running to the kitchen.

I picked it up and twirled the cord repeatedly around my finger, "Hello?"

"Hello, its Michael."

"Hey, Mikey! What's the craic?"

He chuckled, "So there's this bar I went to..."

"I'm listening."

"...and the owner hosts a 'Battle of the Bands' once a month, and you have a band, so..."

"Mikey, we haven't wrote anything yet! There's no way!"

"You can pick any song, doesn't have to be your own."

"I'll have to ask the boys, one minute."

I carried the phone with me back to the other room, hand on the bottom of the phone. The cord tightened, signaling that I couldn't move any further.

Harry and Ashton were in a deep conversation.

"Harry, we could be like Van Halen! They're new-ish, and not all of their songs on their debut record is one they wrote! Like that one song 'Oh, Pretty Woman'! That's not theirs, Roy Orbison sang it first!"

"Ash, Harry!"

Their heads snapped in my direction, giving me their attention.

"Michael said that this bar is going to be hosting a 'Battle of the Bands'. Do you wanna go?"

Ash's hazel eyes shined as a huge smile broke out on his face, "Yes! What bands?"

I shook my head. "I meant, do you guys want to be one of the bands, the bands that are battling." I explained awkwardly.

Harry jumped up, "Yes! Let's do it!"

Ash nodded quickly and shouted, so that Michael could hear it, "Yes, Mikey, we wanna do it!"

I held the phone up to my ear, "Yes, we would love to, mate."

"Sounds great. See you Friday at 6 o'clock."

Hanging up the phone, I walked as calmly as possible to the room the boys were in.

"Wait, we don't have any songs. Niall, you'll have to call Michael back and cancel."

"No way!" I shouted. "We can sing someone else's song. Like another band."

"Great! Now which song?" Harry asked, placing his long fingers on his thin waist. Jeans really do that to you. Harry's already lanky legs looked longer than ever when he wore jeans.

Anyways.

I contemplated for a bit; picking a song isn't easy. Harry and Ash kept naming different songs they liked, but none of them seemed right.

"Dancing Queen?"

"Ashton, no! I think I've made it clear I can't stand ABBA."

"It's extremely girly, I must point out." I said, looking for my guitar.

"Says you, Horan."

"Shut up! I'll have you know I'm the manliest man to ever exist."

"What about Manfred Mann?"

"I didn't say anything ab- oh, thats a possibility!"

Harry raised a hand, "Yes, Mick?" I teased.

"You know what's even better than Manfred Mann?"

"What?"

"Aerosmith!"

I ran over to Harry, enveloping him in a hug. "You're brilliant, Harry! Absolutely brilliant! But how do we pick a song? There's so many good ones!"

"What are your favourites?"

"Prob'bly, uh, Dream On, Back in the Saddle, Walk This Way, Toys in the Attic, Mama Kin, um-"

"Okay, Niall that's enough. I think I know what song..."

I looked over to Ashton, "What about you, Irwin? Is Aerosmith alright?"

"Oh, yeah. Of course!"

"Then it's settled."

Harry whispered it in my ear and I grinned.

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