The Fake Relationship | LARRY

twenty seven

Yes. Three updates this week, you all should fucking love me sksks

Next chapter is a big one bc it's 28 and I can't wait for you all to read it. I'm going to give this chapter a target bc I've been slaving my ass off for you guys and I know you all can hit it.

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"What the fuck is this?" Zayn questioned as he stepped out of his car, eyes scanning his surroundings. He had received a text from Niall to meet him at the old pottery shed that was on the school grounds, the blonde hadn't left any clues on why Zayn had to meet him there. Zayn could only assume that it was going to be weird as fuck.

The raven haired boy made his way to the entrance of the pottery shed, frowning when he saw that there was what looked to be a brand new 'welcome!' mat at the doorway. Zayn looked behind himself at his car, debating whether he should just make a run for it and pretend he never got Niall's text.

"Hey, Zayn, right?"

Zayn jumped, hands curling into fists to defend himself. It was then that Liam came into view, apologetic smile on his face. Zayn relaxes his hands before barking out a laugh.

"Fucking hell, you scared the shit out of me," Zayn informed, "You're Liam, right? Niall's boyfriend?"

"That's me," Liam confirmed, "You're Louis' best mate, aren't you?"

"More of an advisor," Zayn joked playfully which made Liam laugh and hold out his hand for Zayn to shake, which he did.

"I'm assuming you got the text from Niall. Any idea what this is about?" Liam wondered. Zayn shrugged his shoulders.

"He's your boyfriend, shouldn't you know?" Zayn shot back.

"I haven't heard from him much lately," Liam admitted truthfully.

Zayn went to open his mouth to reply when the small door to the pottery shed opened, something being dumped on their feet before the door closed one again.

Liam and Zayn both exchanged looks, picking the objects that had been dropped.

"What are they?" Zayn questioned.

"They're robes," A voice called out from behind the door.

"What the fuck, Niall."

"Put them on, you're ruining everything," Niall hissed quietly.

Liam and Zayn before obeying the blonde haired boy's orders, probably both afraid of the consequences if they didn't.

Once the pair were both wearing the black robes, the door opened and revealed Niall who was also wearing a robe but with the hood up.

"Welcome, brotherhood of the Larries," Niall greeted.

"This is some cult shit right here," Zayn shook his head in disbelief.

"What is this?" Liam inquired. Niall rolled his eyes with a sigh before pushing down the hood of his robe.

"You guys fucking suck. This is obviously a meeting about Louis and Harry," Niall snapped, before opening the door further, "Come inside, peasants."

"I ain't no fucking peasant, bitch," Zayn murmured as they made their way into the pottery shed. There were pottery wheels and packets of clay pushed to the side of the room.

Then there were seats placed in front of a white board that had diagrams and notes scribbled over it. A madman's work.

"What the fuck, Niall," Zayn tan a hand down his face, weirded out by Niall's antics.