"Can I ask you something?" I say laid down on the couch.
"Yeah, sure" Harry says laid opposite of me.
"So I need this number...It's for a school project" I speak innocently.
"Who's number is it?"
"Ummm... Zayn.. Malik"
"Sorry I don't have it" he coughs getting up from the couch.
I raise my eyebrows at him in a suspicious way.
"I GET HE LEFT THE BAND BUT DONT TELL ME YOU DELETED HIS FUCKING NUMBER BECAUSE EVEN THO HE MIGHT HAVE KILLED YOUR DOG, SLEPT WITH YOUR WIFE, STOLE YOUR MONEY. YOU STILL DONT DELETE ZAYN MALIKS NUMBER." I blurt.
Harry rolls his eyes at me and passes me his phone.
"Find it yourself"
I scroll past his contacts and fuck, this is the best phone I've ever seen in my life, it has EVERYONE.
"Fuck you have Dylan, FUCK YOU"
"You have the whole Kardashian family what the fuck"
"don't mind if I do" I share the Evan peters contact to myself.
"CARA FUCK ME"
"Yeah" Harry shrugs like its nothing.
I roll my eyes and scroll to the very last until I finally find.
ZAYN👯👠(A.k.a Zeus)
I move the phone slowly up in the sky and thank the living gods.
"I NOT ONLY THANK JESUS, MY MOM, MY BEST FRIEND, EVAN PETERS, NIALL HORAN. but I also thank ALASKA THUNDERFUCK." I speak as Harry looks at me with a "what the fuck is up with this bitch" face.
"How am I suppose to befriend him?" I look at the phone with a frown. "I can't just call and go 'hey bitch wassup let's meet the salon at 5' "
"He probably knows your my beard because of all the media" Harry smiles, patting my shoulder.
"Stop calling me your beard I ain't Taylor swift." I furrow my eyebrows and cross my arms.
"Ok person hiding my gayness to the world" He hugs me tightly on purpose to annoy me.
Little did he know I fucking enjoyed it, I have been fantasizing about him for 5 years.
Dumbass.
"Oh so annoyed" I put the back of my hand against my forhead. "If you hug me even more, I might just die!"
"your weird bye" He grabs his phone and calls someone.
"Are you calling Louis" I wiggle my eyebrows.
"Maybe." He looks at me awkwardly.
"Do I leave?" I get up slowly.
"Why do you only respect my privacy when it's me with Louis?" He asks, a hand on his waist.
"Cause Larry is real, duh." I Zayn out the room.
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I grab my phone and dial Zayns number.
"Hello" His thick accent speaks.
"Fuckfuckfuckuckfjk, ahaii"
"Who is this?"
"Jasmine"
"..."
"Harrys bea- GIRLFRIEND" I speak, correcting myself.
"I know your a beard, I was in the band and know everything about the boys."
"Whens your new album coming out?"
"That's classified."
"Tell ME"
"March 25..."
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME YOUNG MAN, THE DAY YOU LEFT? WHAT A COINCIDENCE." I speak sarcastically.
"How'd you get my number?"
"How'd you eat my ass?"
"What?"
"What"
"I have to go, Gigi is waiting."
"for what?"
"Um."
"Please DATE ME INSTEAD"
He hangs up.
Fuck my life.
I'll find a way. I smile mischievously go myself.
To Harry: Can I borrow a thong?🍑🌞
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Not Quite Modest • Larry ff
Fiksi Penggemar"But Larry is re- " I get shushed by Harrys finger on my lips. "Not infront of the camera darling" A book where a Larry shipper takes revenge on modest when she becomes Harry Styles's beard
