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Zayn
I opened the door and went inside. But someone else was already there. Maybe my room mate.
The boy had brown curly hair and he was arranging his clothes in the closet, his back facing towards me.
"Hey! Are you my room mate?" I said.
"Hey! Yes, I am your room mate! My name is-" he turned around and both of us froze.
"Harry..." he trailed off.
"I am Zayn" I mumbled, trying to recover from my shock.
"Like I want to know" he said, rather rudely I may add. But I knew it was my fault. So, I swallowed my pride.
"Look, I am sorry for acting so rude towards you some time ago. I was in a bad mood and I kind of took it out on you" I apologised, scratching the back of my neck sheepishly.
"You shouldn't have been in a bad mood in the first place" he spat.
What the fuck? How is that possible. I can't control my mood now, can I?
"What do you mean?" I said, trying my best not to show how much he was getting on my nerves but knowing me, I probably failed.
"I mean if you expect me to forgive you then you are wrong! You are a jerk! And jerk don't deserve forgiveness!" Harry shouted.
"I apologized! I fucking apologized to you! What else do you want me to do?! Worship the fucking ground you step your filthy feet on?!" I shouted. I could feel myself shaking with anger.
"Now that would be amazing if you didn't think so high of yourself!" Harry said haughtily.
"Son of a-you know what?! Fuck you! I don't know how did I get so unlucky to have a person like you as my room mate!"
And with that I stalked out of the dorm, in a desperate need of a smoke.
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Fanficzarry // completed "I hate you" Or where Zayn and Harry hate each other......or so they thought [ my first ever story. stupid in some places. the epitome of cliché. sorry ]
