A/N: TW: 10 & 11
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Louis would never admit it, but he was the happiest he'd ever been.
There wasn't any school today, teacher training or something.
The Lads (and Styles)
Zen: y'know- we should hang out today.
Lima: ok, Lou you should change the gc name
Nail: yeh
Dickhead: and my contact name!
You: what on earth do you mean?
Dickhead: I'm handcuffed to you, and right beside you, I can see your phone...
You: *sigh* fine.
Nail: line
Lima: Niall what?
Nail: idk it fe ltrightLiam
Zen: Jesus Niall, learn to type please.
You have changed the conversation name to: Laddie Lads
You: cause we're Laddie lads doing lads things cause lads are cool
Dickhead: and my contact?
You: I'm getting to that
Harold: better.
Nail: what is it now?
You: Harold
Harold: Harold
Nail:
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You: the fuck Niall? What is wrong with you?
Nail: noclu e
Harold: I WANT YOU TO HIT THE PEDAL HEAVY METAL SHOW ME YOU CARE
You: harry shush.
You: don't hit me you curly haired cunt
Zen: anyways...
Harold: *anygays
Lima: how did we not catch on?
You: 🤷♂️
Zen: what time are we meeting up??
Nail: 2:30. Pm
You: that's in 40 minutes...
Lima: zen no weed
Zen: 🙄
Nail: how would you kn owifhehad weed?
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Fan-Fiction{completed} Read the prologue- Not technically my original idea *read the prologue to understand* Louis is loud and unpredictable, Harry is nerdy and like an open book- they hate each other. When the two are handcuffed- the expectation is alot more...
