Harry's pov
"N-nawab Z-za-yn" I whispered slightly looking at him.
"Yes Mr Malik, you have to give it here" Ms Lily smiled at him.
He nodded and started walking towards us.
He came and stood next to me, so freaking close. I smelt his scent and I swear to god it's the same as before.
"Nawab zayn" I said nudging him.
"Ehm, what?" he asked confused.
"Nawab zayn!! You're my nawab OMG you're back!!" I screamed jumping into his arms.
I clung onto his body sobbing into his chest.
"You don't know how much I missed you, oh god" I cried.
"Ehm excuse me, I'm sorry but I don't Know any nawab Zayn, neither do I know you" he said taking me off of him.
"Y-you don't remember me? I'm your Harry" I said.
"I'm sorry Harry, I'm not Nawab Zayn, I'm Zayn Malik." he said.
"No!" I sobbed.
"Yes, now excuse me"he said and went away.
I ran to an empty classroom and cried my heart out
Niall pov
"Oh look, so called ministerian Niall" Shawn said chuckling in my face.
I clutched my binder to my chest and looked away.
"Awe, is wittle nialler scared" one of his jock said and everyone started laughing.
"Leave him alone" a voice, the voice which I've been dying to hear in these past 18 months ranged through the hall.
"Woah, mind your business shorty" Shawn chuckled.
"This shorty will fuck you up" he said.
Lacey whispered something in Shawn's ear making him widen his eyes
"calm down bro" he said and went away along with his Jocks.
I just stood there, too scared to turn around.
"Hey, you okay? His accent rang through my brain, making my tears flow down my cheek.
I turned around and finally faced him.
"Mi-ninster Louis, you're b-a-ck" I sobbed.
"Um, what love?" I asked.
"I'm Niall, your Niall!! Don't you remember me Minister Louis?" I asked sniffling a bit.
"I'm sorry love. I don't know any Minister. I'm Louis, just Louis Tomlinson"he said smiling sadly at me.
"Don't do this to me, please don't say this plz no" I sobbed pleading him.
"Niall, stop crying I don't know what you're talking bout" he sighed, and left. Left me all alone crying my heart out.
Troye's pov
"Congratulations Troye! You're the Ariel of our play, you'll meet your prince soon." my drama instructor smiled at me.
"Thank you Ms" I nodded.
"I'm so sorry I'm late Ms Katelyn, I got lost" a very familiar voice said.
I turned around and my whole world stopped.
"This is your Ariel, you should introduce yourselves to each other"Ms Katelyn winked before leaving.
"Hey, I'm Liam Payne. And you?" he asked.
"You don't know me?" I asked shocked.
"um, no?" he asked
"General Liam I'm troye, your troye" I said.
"Troye, I'm so sorry but I don't know any general I'm only Liam"he sighed.
Wow, he doesn't remember me? Is it a joke?
"I'm troye Sivan" I mumbled looking away, I just wanted to cry right now.
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Hello everyone, here's your update. I won't be able to update till next Saturday, but I'll try. At least they came back after 18 months, lol
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Fanfiction*Complete* Harry styles, a 18 years old normal British citizen, who lives with his best friend. Nawab Zayn, a 26 years old Pakistani king, always surrounded by his Kingdom work. he hates English people cuz he thinks they're the reason of the death...
