this fic is old and my writing style was so much worse and i cannot even go back to edit it because when i try to read it i cringe so hard, read at your own risk.
i might remake this whole fic so it's written better and more realistically.
A/N: I feel very attacked by this picture because 1.) I THOUGHT THIS WAS PHOTOSHOPPED 2.)his hair grows too fucking fast 3.) his hair looks curly omg fUCK 4.) no one should be allowed to pull off this many fucking hair styles.
And guys three things:
I'm deleting my rant soon so check that out of you haven't and school started a few days ago so updates might be slower. :P
THIS CHAPTER WAS POSTED ON MY IRISH BALL OF SUNSHINE'S BIRTHDAY!!!!! <3
His Instagram account got hacked but it was fixed. I'm still pissed tho. I almost cut a bitch. _____________________________
Third Person POV
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When Harry pulled up to his house, Zayn let out a long and exaggerative 'ugh', making Harry laugh.
"What?" He asks the smaller boy, but Zayn just throws his head forward to lean on the dashboard and whimpers,
"I don't wanna get upppppppp."
Harry rolls his eyes at the dramatic boy before reaching forward to pull Zayn's shoulder back, making him lean back in his seat again.
Zayn makes a dying whale noise before lolling his head to the left in exasperation.
Harry lets out a sigh.
"Get up, Zayn."
"Nooooo."
Harry raises an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you to get up. I told you to."
At this, Zayn's body sits up at attention and he stares at Harry for a while before he keeps turning around and looking behind him out the window, looking like a squirrel who can't pay attention to one thing.
Harry furrows his eyebrows at Zayn.
"What are you looking for?"
"Who the hell you're talking to..." He turns to Harry. "Because I know damn well it can't be me." He finishes while crossing his arms.
Harry smirks and nods to himself before opening his car door and stepping out.
He leans into the car and looks at Zayn one more time.
"Fine, stay in here all day for all I care," he says before closing the car door and walking towards his house.
As the older man walks toward his house and decides to turn around and he sees Zayn with his feet up on the teacher's dashboard with his phone out. Zayn peeks out the window and sees Harry staring at him so he gives an obnoxious smile and wave before going back to his phone, making no move to get out of the car.
