Harry: Shhhh zayj dont speak
Harry: why u no anwserr?
Harry: I miss u babi
Harry: shhhhhhh
Zayn: Harry what the fuck?
Harry: shhhhhhhh
Zayn: Excuse me? You aren't going to shh me!
Harry: nxicdijfrkxi
Zayn frowned, Harry was obviously not in good state, cause he couldn't even type a good sentence. The raven haired boy frowned every more, realizing that Harry had lied to him, Harry had so went to the party, and he was drunk out of his wits. That is so not fair.
Zayn then stomped over his closet, grabbing a pair of boxers, white skinny jeans, and some black button up. He was so going to go, and prove everyone.
That this so called 'loser' is a fucking god in bed. Prove everyone wrong once and for all.
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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...
