(This will be Harry's & Niall's messages. Holy shit.)
Niall: Harold
Niall: Answer me!
Niall: I could be dying!
Harry: but you aren't, plus I couldn't care less if you were. Bye.
Niall: no dude listen!
Niall: I need you to come to the last year party! You wouldn't miss it right ? My people are talking bout what a p*ssy you've become these past few weeks.
Harry: What about all the p*ssy I've done, past these few weeks?
Niall: Ignored.
Niall: no but seriously I need ya in my party
Niall: you call the shots man, yeah? Or nah?
Harry: no.
Niall: Alright then, I'll just tell everyone about your secret.
Niall: You know that secret? Starts with a Z.
Harry: leave me alone, don't know what you are talking bout
Niall: You do.
Niall: I'm talking about Zayn malik, he's mine Harold. All mine. So keep your hands off him.
Niall: also, go to the fucking party before I tell everyone you've been seeing him secretly.
Harry: Why would I be seeing him? He's a freaking nerd! Like tf?
Harry: disgusting man
Niall: party ?
Harry: whatever horan. I'll go, but you better not play any shit on me.
Harry: cause I'll fucking hit you twice as hard.
Niall: is that a threat?
Harry: Take it as you want you fuck, but its sure as hell a promise.
Niall: How nice of you Harold. Goodbye.
Harry: bye
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Messaging the popular student | z .s |
FanfictionHarry Styles wouldn't take being labeled as "Popular" too far would he? Oh, but he would, and he does. "Who would they believe? A loser like you, or someone that's actually relevant like me?" Zayn Malik messages Mr. Popular. All rights reserved...
