*Charli POV*
It was 12:30 when we all decided to leave Barfly. I had managed to sneak a couple more shots before Zayn saw, and officially cut me off.
"No more," he had said. "You're only allowed water now. You blew it."
I know he's right, but I was having fun. I don't often drink, so I have a low tolerance for it.
"It was only five shots, baby," I slurred, winking at him.
We were walking out of Barfly, hand in hand, when we stopped.
"Keys?" he asked, holding his hand out. "You drove. You're clearly not in your right mind to drive, babe."
"Ugh, fine," I tried to look tough, but couldn't hold back my giggles. He looked down at his hand, and then back up to meet my eyes. Damn. I handed him the keys and frowned, "Okay, okay!"
"Are you guys okay to make it home? Do you need a ride?" he asked, looking at the others.
"Well, I drove here but I'm in no state to drive," Eleanor laughed. "Loulou, can you drive me home?"
"Obviously El," he laughed. "Anyone else need a ride?"
"Well, I drove Liam here, so I can drive him home?" Niall said, laughing.
"Sounds good, mate," Liam patted Niall on the back. "Thanks."
"Harry?" I asked. "What about you?"
"I'll just call a cab," he said, pulling his phone out. "I've had too many beers to drive."
"No you wont! We will drive you, right baby?" I asked, looking up at Zayn.
"Yeah man, it's no problem. You live by me anyways," Zayn said, taking my hand into his and starting off towards my car. "We'll see you guys tomorrow. 3:00 at Nando's?"
"Fuck yeah, Nando's!" I heard Niall shout as they walked away.
"Come, Harry," I said, reaching my hand out for him to follow.
He quickly caught up to us as we got to the car, "Thanks. I appreciate the drive!"
"Harry, how will you get your car?" I asked, hopping in the passenger seat of my car, while Zayn got in the drivers seat.
"I can pick it up tomorrow," he said, getting in the back seat. "Nando's is literally a 30 second walk down the street. I can pick it up when we're leaving."
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When I woke up, I sat up, and instantly regret it.
"Ugh!" I groaned, falling back down and shutting my eyes.
"You okay in here, babe?" Zayn said, peeking his head into the room.
"Why did I have so much to drink?"
"I tried to stop you."
"Here," he said, handing me two Tylenol and a bottle of water. "Take these."
I propped myself up on my elbow and popped the two pills in my mouth, before taking a big drink of water. "Don't let me do that again, please."
"I'll try, but you were relentless last night," he smiled, lying down beside me. "You're a champ."
"Why?"
"You didn't throw up once."
"Well that's something to be proud about, no?" I smiled, looking over at him. I lay there staring at him for what felt about an hour. It probably wasn't more than 30 seconds. "I'm so proud of you, for everything last night."
"I honestly can't believe we won," he mumbled, pulling me against his chest and wrapping his arms around my body.
We stayed on the bed, cuddling for at least 20 minutes before he spoke again. "Once Ed got on stage, I thought we were doomed."
"What? Sure, he was really good. But you five were so much better," I tilted my head up to look him in the eyes. "Harry gets along good with you boys."
"He really does. Would it be bad if we asked Harry to join the band and kicked Dylan out?" he looked at me, nerves showed on his face.
"I think you need to talk about this as a band, not just you and I," I confessed, leaning in to quickly press my lips against his. "It's not just a spur of the moment thing you can just jump into."
"I know, you're right," he smiled. "Speaking of the band, are you still up for Nando's? It's 1:30, we said we'd meet them there at 3:00."
"I'll need to shower first," I mumbled. His eyes lit up, "No, you can't join me or I'll never get out."
"Babe, come on."
"No," I said, pushing myself away from him and standing up. I walked over to his closet and opened the door. I had some clothing I brought here a while ago, because we never knew when I'd be staying over. I opened the drawer and grabbed out a pair of leggings and a coral baseball tee. Fuck dressing up. I had a hangover from hell, and didn't give a shit what I looked like. Plus, it's only the guys. They've seen me in a worse state than this.
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When I walked out of the bathroom, I heard Zayn talking on his phone. "Sure, we can pick you up. No problem, man. See you in ten."
"We're picking up who?"
"Harry, he left his car at the Barfly last night," he smiled, sliding his phone into his back pocket.
"Gotcha," I smiled. That shower definitely helped with my headache. It wasn't as prominent anymore. My stomach growled, loudly might I add, and I blushed. "Um, can we get going? I'm starving."
He grabbed his keys off of the table by the door and smiled, holding his hand out, "Ready when you are, love."
I picked up my purse and made my way over to the door, waiting for him to open it.
"Babe, come on. I'm hungry," I groaned.
"We still have a few minutes before we have to pick up Harry," he winked.
"Zayn, no. I'm hungry."
"Fine," he grumbled, opening the door and leading the way to the elevator.
I quickly shut it, and caught up to him. I linked my fingers with his, as we waited for the elevator to open up.
When we got into the elevator, I pressed the L button, and then leaned up against his side and hummed.
"What are you thinking about?"
"How much I love you."
"I love you too," he smiled as the doors opened up to the lobby. He took hold of my hand as we walked out of the building, towards his car.
The drive was short to Harry's place. He only lived three blocks away from Zayn's apartment.
When we pulled up, he was sitting on the front stairs of the house. He grinned as he saw us pull up, and ran over to the car, plopping down in the back seat.
"Hi guys!"
"Harry, you're too loud," I mumbled, turning around to look at him. "How are you this alive right now?"
"I don't know. I mean, I don't really get hangovers or anything, so this just feels like a new day for me!"
"Shh," I whispered, turning back around and closing my eyes.
"So, Z. Can you believe we won!"
"Yeah, man. I knew we could do it. I think with you, we had something no one else had."
"Yeah, me! I'm amazing!"
I could tell he was smiling as he spoke. "Shh!"
"Sorry, Char," he mumbled. "I'm hungry."
"Ugh, me too. Z, hurry uuuuuuup."
"Baby, I'm going as fast as I can."
"You should go faster," Harry cut in. "We're huuuungryyy."
"Not you too, Haz," Zayn chuckled. "I don't need two babies in the car."
"But we're hungry!" We said at the same time.
I looked over at Zayn, who was smiling, but shaking his head.
"We'll be there in five minutes. Can you two make it that long?"
"Ugh. Fine," I huffed.
The rest of the car ride was silent, other than the radio quietly playing in the background. The car was parked in the lot, beside the familiar white Mini One D.
"Let's go," Harry said, leading the way into the restaurant.
When we walked in, we immediately spotted the others sitting in a back corner booth. As we made our way over, I heard Niall shouting something about chicken. What else is new?
"Hey mates," Harry said, plopping down beside Liam.
I sat down next to Eleanor, and Zayn sat next to me.
"Damn, girl." Eleanor whispered. "What got into you?"
"Your tequila shots," I half smiled. "I feel like complete shit."
"You still look hot," she winked and elbowed my side.
"I need food," I mumbled as the waitress walked over.
"Hi there!" She grinned, speaking louder than I needed her to. "What can I get you newcomers?"
"Water," I mumbled. "And a butterfly burger with chips?"
"Same," Zayn said.
"I want a coke, with Wing Roulette and chips," Harry said. "I'll be right back, just have to take a wee."
As Harry got up from the table, Zayn started to speak. "So, I wanted to talk to you guys about the Harry situation."
"What about him?" Niall asked.
"Well, after last night, what do we want to do?"
"I think he's great. He really gets on with us," Liam piped up. "But what about Dylan?"
"Who is Dylan?" Louis chuckled. "Kidding. But really. What about him?"
"We can't just kick him out of the band," Niall said.
"No, but I mean... With Harry, you saw how good he was last night," Liam added.
"We need to talk to Harry about this though. We can't just assume he's going to even want to be in the band," Louis stated. "What if he doesn't want to?"
"Doesn't want to what?" Harry asked, sitting back down at the table. "Who doesn't want what?"
My eyes widened as I looked at El. This was something the guys needed to discuss, not us. "I need to go to the loo. El, want to come?"
"Yes, please."
We stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes, before we decided to head back to the table. When Eleanor and myself walked back to the booth, I noticed the food had been delivered and the guys were all shouting and laughing.
"Hi, babe!" Louis shouted, looking at Eleanor. "Harry's in the band!"
We both looked over at Harry, whose grin looked something like a Cheshire cat.
"Congratulations Haz!" she giggled, running up and giving him a hug.
"It's about time!" I said, giving him a hug after she let go.
"Thanks!" he shouted, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me back. "I'm quite excited about this!"
I sat back down next to Zayn and eyed my meal. "I need food."
"Then eat yours!" he laughed, nudging my side.
We all started to dig into our food and I heard someone cough.
"Ahem."
I looked up to see a man standing at the end of the table. He was probably in his late twenties, and was wearing a navy pinstriped suit.
"Hey man, can we help you?" Zayn asked, narrowing his eyes at the stranger.
"You're the band I saw last night, down the block at Barfly, right?"
"Uh, yeah..." Harry looked at the man, confusion written all over his face. "Can we help you?"
"Well, my name is Chase Patterson," he stuck his hand out, shaking the boys hands. "I work at 12 Bar Club, and I'm in charge of finding new acts for our live entertainment."
"And?" Zayn waited for a response.
"And I really enjoyed your performance last night," he smiled. "I'm quite interested in having the five of you come out to perform."
"Seriously?" they all asked at the same time. Eleanor and I just looked at each other with eyes with and smiles plastered across our faces.
"Yes," he smiled. "It would be a pleasure to have you boys."
He reached into his pocket and pulled his wallet out. Sifting through it, he pulled out a business card and handed it over to Zayn. "I know you're busy, but I hope to hear from you boys soon."
After he walked away, Niall was the first to talk. "Was that guy for real?"
Zayn passed him the business card before talking, "I think he is."
"Wait, he really wants us to perform?" Harry asked. "You've got to be kidding me."
"I don't know," Zayn shrugged his shoulders. "He seems legit. Maybe we should call him and discuss what we would need to do?"
"Performing every week would be sick!" Niall grinned. "We could make some good money!"
"If we get paid, that is," Liam added. "We need to talk to him about this. About everything."
"Not to be a Debbie Downer, but how are we supposed to perform shows with only one song?" Louis asked. "We have What Makes You Beautiful. That's it."
"Well, we have a few songs started, but nothing really finished," Zayn said.
"We'll just have to write then!" Niall shouted. "We can do it!"
"Um, you guys remember last night when I said I knew Ed Sheeran?" Harry asked. "Well, we've written some songs together. I can always talk to him and see if he wants to write with us, or if we can use some of the songs we wrote together... He's a really good writer."
"Sure!" Niall said.
"We should sit down and write some stuff together too though," Liam cut in. "Now that Harry is in the band."
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