isn't it funny how fast things change? ::: larry stylinson

Chapter 1

"I fucking hate him, Zayn!" Harry exclaims, slamming his large stack of library books down on the table. The librarian sends Harry and Zayn a glare. He softens his glare for a minute to send her a fake smile. Zayn, Harry's best friend, rolls his eyes.

"All he did was look at you," Zayn scoffs. Harry picks up a big book and throws it at Zayn's head. Zayn winces, rubbing his head and throwing Harry a look.

"He did not just look at me," Harry argues, "He fucking smirked."

"Adorable," Zayn says, placing the book that was thrown at his head back on the shelf. He follows Harry through the rows to the library, placing books in the correct place.

"It was not, he's fucking nasty," Harry argues, aggressively shoving a book into its place. He spins around abruptly, stopping Zayn in his tracks. He glares at him, "Is there someone behind me?" Zayn gets on his tiptoes, looking over Harry's shoulder.

"Tomlinson," Zayn says under his breath. Harry rolls his eyes, spinning around to face Louis. Louis looks at him with laughing blue eyes.

"Hello, Styles."

"Stop fucking smirking," Harry snaps, glancing over to Niall and Liam, Louis' best friends. Louis laughs out loud, looking Harry up and down.

"Sorry, Styles. How's this book, huh?" He asks, tugging the book out of Harry's hand. He flips it open, scanning the pages. He flips to the cover with wide eyes, "Fifty Shades of Gray, really?"

"It's not mine," Harry hisses, shoving it onto the shelf, "I don't read that shit."

"I am not buying that shit, Styles. What do you read? Kinky shit, huh?" He asks, grabbing another book from out of Harry's hands. Harry is fuming as he stares Louis down. Louis throws the book over his shoulder, letting Liam catch it.

Zayn looks at Liam with an equal amount of hate of how Harry looks at Louis. Liam looks up at him through his eyelashes, flashing him a fake smile. Zayn shakes his head, grabbing Harry's arm tightly.

"We're leaving," He tells Harry. Harry quickly nods his head, flipping Louis off before walking away with Zayn. "God, Payne is just as bad."

"Agreed, Horan is horrible too," Harry snarls, rushing through the school hallways. His footsteps echo through the empty halls. Zayn moves just as quickly behind Harry, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder. Harry throws open the glass door, stepping out into the cold air. Newly fallen leaves crunch under his feet, his stomping feet crushing the leaves beneath him.

Zayn walks beside him, pulling his hoodie closer to his body. Harry throws the door to his expensive car open, hopping into the driver's seat. Zayn walks around the car, hopping into the passenger seat. He adjusts the radio, the static playing a song that neither of the boys know.

"Where are we going?" Zayn asks Harry.

"My house," He responds, "My parents are on another trip for work; you can stay overnight if you want."

"I'll text my mother," Zayn mutters, pulling his phone out of his pocket. His fingers tap on the screen, sending the message. He places the phone back on his lap, glancing outside the window. Harry pulls down the street towards the 'rich' neighborhood. Harry's house is the one at the very end of the street, the largest house.

He pulls up to the gate, putting the password into the keyboard. The gate opens automatically, and Harry drives his car down the driveway. His large white house stands in front of his car. He turns the car, placing it into the garage. Zayn pushes open the door to the car, stepping out onto the shiny garage floor. His shoes squeak against the floor as he moves away from the cars that line the garage.