The sound of talking in the cafeteria was loud and boisterious; and among every little, little high school cliche groups were Niall Horan and his small group of friend. The blonde boy was laughing at something Harry said as the taller boy threw an arm around him, as if he was trying to get the older's attention. "You know," Yasmie started after the laughter around the table died down, "Zayn Malik asked out Gloria yesterday." Harry raised his eyebrow at the mention of his swell enemy's name. "Who hasn't he asked out anyways, Yas." He rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his water, "He fucks everything that turns out appealing to his eyes. And for those that are not, he take his time making their whole life hell." Harry muttered bitterly, remembering all the time the senior and his squad had pushed him against lockers and beaten him to pulp two years ago. "Zayn is not someone good and everyone should stay away from him because your parents might warn you about the drugs in the street - but they will never about the ones with the hazel eyes, a heartbeat and a terrible, terrible antic to destroy your life."
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Fanfiction//COMPLETED// Former namer - To Belong "My heart is hoping that you'll walk in tonight and tell me there are things that you regret. It's all I'm asking, is it too much to ask?"
