It's the year 2020 and Louis gets an unexpected call informing him that one direction were reuniting in no less than a month. When the time comes, no one expected Harry to act the way he does.
Or a hate to love fic where Harry and Louis reunite aft...
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Idk why but I feel like this book is a bit of a mess right now. I wish I had planned it out better and thought about how each chapter and the characters would develop but instead I'm basically just writing what comes to my head at the time. Which is shit actually, cuz now I'm having ideas that I want to incorporate into the book but I can't because it wouldn't add up with what I've already written. Please let me know what you think:/
Also, SOMEONE SUGGEST ME A USERNAME, MINE IS SHIT AND SO BORING WTF😂 ——————————————————————-
"What the fuck was that?" Zayn exclaimed, barging into Harrys room without knocking.
Which was a small mistake, as Harry was currently getting changed.
"Mate what the fuck, get out!" Harry shouted, grabbing a towel to cover himself.
"No, I'm not leaving until you tell me why you've just left Louis crying his eyes out in Niall's arms" Zayn said sternly, disappointment written across his face.
Harrys heart dropped a little at that. Louis was crying? He didn't realise how harsh he was until it was laid out in front of him. But at the same time he has to think about himself now, he can't get hurt again. So he once again put a bored look into his face and ignored the man in his room.
"Are you fucking listening to me?" Zayn said frustratingly, more pissed off than ever.
"Yeh, I just don't care" Harry replied with a shrug.
Zayn shook his head, eyebrows furrowed. He's had enough of Harrys mood swings, one minute he's all hugs and kisses with Louis and the next he's cold and resigned for absolutely no reason. It wasn't fair on the blue eyed boy and zayn wasn't going to let this continue without an explanation.
Zayn strides over to Harry and in one quick movement, he drew his arm back and slapped the man right across his face, leaving a nasty red mark which was quickly covered by Harrys hand, gripping his cheek with a pained expression.
"What the fuck was that for!" Harry exclaimed, now looking angry as he towered over zayn.
Zayn didn't let him intimidate him, he knew Harry wouldn't hurt him, he couldn't hurt a fly, not physically anyway. Mentally though, he's been pretty good at that lately.
"You know what that was for and you know that you deserved it. Now are you going to fucking talk to me or be a stubborn little shit?" Zayn said with a slight smirk.
Harry sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get out of this, he turned around and went to get changed in the bathroom before joining Zayn on the bed, sitting down hesitantly.
After a moment, zayn still hadn't spoke, Harry furrowed his eyebrows and looked up from where he was fiddling with the bed sheets, giving him a pointed look.
