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Zayn was still oddly curious about what Louis told Harry in his message, but he chose not to bring it up. Instead, he was taking one of numerous videos if Louis and him, singing and dancing to whatever music. "Louis do you actually think doing the Soulja Boy dance while driving is safe?" Louis turned to face the camera (and Zayn) and flipped him off. "Well the song is ending, so."

"Eh, shut up Zayn."

"Shots fired."

"Pew, pew, pew, pew!" Louis scoffed as he mimicked shots. "Not this song, shit."

Zayn stopped recording this video and started to record another. "This is my jam, shut up. Not to mention, I thought you liked five es-oh-es." Louis glared at Zayn.

"This song compared to the others is complete and utter shit."

"So kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!"

"You're just a hater Louis!"

"Mmm watcha say...." Zayn started to laugh, quite loudly at that. "I'm fucking hilarious. Is it just me, or is it fucking freezing in here." Louis gave a little shiver.

"Maybe it's your cold heart."

"My hella cold heart."

"Like your hella cold soul."

"What soul?" Louis asked as he pulled up to the stoplight. A guy with slicked back hair rolled down his window, pointed at Louis and revved his engines. "Is he challenging me? To a drag race?"

Zayn nodded, "Hoe don't do it."

Louis smirked at Zayn, nodded at the man and revved his engines hack in reply.

"I said, hoe don't fucking do it."

"Zayn, you're such a buzz kill, I've always wanted to drag race!"

"I don't want to go to jail, dumbass!" Zayn exclaimed, but Louis was already too hyped up to even listen. Once Zayn realized he wasn't going to get through to Louis, he leaned back, yawned and gave this wonderful piece of advice: "Well, you better win."

"I will, I'm Louis Tomlinson!" Louis' face brightened. "I don't know what that has to do with anything, but it sounds nice, so I'll say that more often."

"You got that from Pretty Little Liars," Zayn cleared his throat, he needed a clear throat to mimic Alison DiLaruntis's voice perfectly, "I'm Ali, and I'm fabulous." He even did a little squeal for effect.

"Oh gosh. Hey, this light is taking forever. I just want to drag his ass." Louis revved the engines again, "Zayn, take out your phone and play some sick drag racing tunes." Louis tried to act cool.

Zayn slapped him.

"Here we go." Zayn pressed shuffle just as the stoplight turned green, and Louis sped off, already ahead of the man."Making my way downtown-"

Zayn blushed. "Zayn, as much as this song is my hood jam, it is not appropriate, for drag racing. This is not the shit," Louis sped even faster when he saw the man on his heels.

"Okay," Zayn turned and saw the man flip him off, "Louis, step on it." Zayn said through grit teeth.

"Do I look hella cool doing this ?Because that's the only reason I'm doing this." Louis asked, and Zayn nodded halfheartedly. "Zayn where's the music?"

"All the old paintings on the tombs,
They do the sand dance,
Don't you know?"

"This song belongs in Hell." Louis commented,"Zayn, you have a shit taste."

"Stop it you old bastard."

"Old? Calling me old? Hey, with age comes wisdom."

"And if you had any wisdom, you wouldn't be in a drag race."

"I'm winning, shut up." Zayn pressed another song,"Finally, a good song."

"They're clearly talking about my butt in this song, obviously." Louis rolled his eyes, "or Troy from High School Musical."

"Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit," Zayn's phone sang. Zayn's face showed one of pure terror at the thought of Troy Bolton being a drug dealer. "By the way, what he say?"

Louis bit his lip and sped to the next stoplight, the man pulling up next to him.

"Good job mate!" The man called out to Louis, then flipped Zayn off again.

"Why do you keep flipping me off?" Zayn yelled to the man.

"I dunno, you seem like the type," the man laughed, Zayn didn't find it so funny. "Sorry, don't take it to heart, yeah? I've been hit by an old lady in a women's washroom."

Louis and Zayn immediately locked eyes.

Niall.

"It can't be." Zayn said quietly, then realized how long these stoplights were. He took time to look at the man's face, and it did fit the faint memory of Niall's face that lingered in his mind. "It can't be, unless . . ."

"Well, Niall said he was from Ireland, he never said he lived there." Louis piped up hopefully. "What's your name?"

"Niall!"

"My name is Zayn Malik!" Zayn yelled, and he saw the man's eyes widen. "Porn addict!" His eyes were saucers.

"No fucking way." Louis grinned and then waved. "Zayn, text Niall and tell him to stop at the next McDonald's we see, because this has to be impossible."

"Is it you?" Zayn asked as they all pulled up to the McDonald's and got out of the car. "Niall Horan? Karma Sutra Niall Horan? Leprechaun Niall Horan? The Niall Horan?"

"In the flesh!" Niall chirped, and all three men immediately embraced. "What a coincidence." Niall said, muffled in Zayn's shoulder.

To others, the sight of three grown men hugging in a run down McDonald's parking lot might seem a tad odd.

But to the three men, this may have been one of the best moments in their lives.

Louis was tearing up, "Lou, are you crying?"

"No," Louis sniffed, "I'm just really, really, really high."

"It's not 4:20 anymore, it's not Blaze It time anymore." Zayn chuckled. They all released, and Zayn had never felt more at peace.

If only Liam was here.

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thoughts?

I thought the ending was cute and hella unlikely but yeah um thoughts?

longer than I usually do for makeup for April fools

and if you're in love with the album 1989 (and if you're not wyd) you should really check out my 1989 series with wildest dreams and wonderland k bye

mY SISTER HAS THE FUNNIEST DANCE FOR NO CONTROL oMF

anyways I am very concerned that a lot of people don't know this song and so to relive my worry I will do this:

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