Zayn: Everyone thinks we are fucking.
Harry: Excuse you?
Zaym: you heard me!
Harry: Actually I didn't, you typed it, you didn't exactly say it.
Zayn: stfu, dude this is serious.
Harry: What did you do?
Zayn: I didn't do shit!
Harry: You must have done something! What the fuck did you do?
Zayn: I went to the party.
Harry: Stupid fucking loser! I told you not too! You weren't wanted there!
Zayn: He invited me! Plus! You messaged me late at night, all pissed drunk apparently! I thought you were at the party!
Harry: I wasn't drunk! I was high you dumbass! Know the difference!
Zayn: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THE DIFFRENCE IF I WASNT THERE?!
Harry: of course you weren't
Harry: YOU WERE AT THE FUCKING PARTY!
Zayn: I'm trying to help.
Harry: WELL YOU ARENT! YOU ARE FUCKING EVERYTHING UP! IF I GET UN POPULAR FOR THIS! IF I LOSE MY FRIENDS! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD MALIK. I WILL COME FOR YOU, AND HUNT YOU DOWN!
Zayn: I'm not scared of you. I'm sorry, I thought you were lying to me.
Harry: Why would I lie to you?
Zayn: Cause I'm a loser.
Harry: You aren't a loser
Zayn: Excuse me? You said it yourself Styles.
Harry: I didn't mean it
Zayn: You never mean anything. You piss me off, and I swear you do something to me, I'll hit back twice as hard.
Harry: I'm not scared of some loser.
Harry Styles disconnected
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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...
