Prologue

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Of all the crappy nights I have been, this has to be the best night for sure. School's out already. Yeah. Drinking on the nearest pub and drinking few cocktails seems to be a very nice thing to do. Maybe hit a few girls, that seems nice and--

Shit.

My phone vibrated. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and it was my sister, Gemma. God, damn. You have to be kidding me. 

"It's Gemma, she says I have to go home early." I said mocking a girl.

"You have got to be kidding me," exclamed Zayn with a hint of laugh, my main man and rather quite shabby. He has already drank twice as many tequila I drank.

"Exactly."

I shrugged it off and put it back on my pocket of the jeans and ordered for some more tequila. My leg became woobly but still manage to stand. I took Zayn to the car and drove off. My mindset is in the morning in the weekdays. The radio turned unexpectedly and blasted the chorus of 'We Are The Champions' by The Queen. We started singing out loud. Rather quite old and gross and a classic.

"We are the champions my frieeenndddss." Zayn sings.

"Shut your mouth, Zayn," I said hitting his hair.

"What?" he said backing away.

"I hate your singing when you're drunk."

My head was aching terribly and swerved a little to the right. Shit. That was real close. I was close to the pavements and hitting the house.

"Damn, Harry, you've got the moves like Jagger, you've got the moves like Jagger." he sings aloud and did a few dancing gesture.

"That was quite funny of you, Zayn." I laughed tad.

I drove to the parking lot of Wetherby High School. Our school. There were still few lighting but still, we went out of the car and walked towards the gym. The grassy fields made my trousers dirty and wet. We went to reach for the doorknob of the gym. My head keeps telling me that I have varsity today. We both went in the dim lighted court. Nobody's here. Just two of us on a lonely basketball court...

"Where's everybody?" I said feeling a little bit tipsy.

"Like we have classes, you idiot. It's summer!" he pointed out.

"Ah! Right that is!" I said trying to act like I know.

"You know it's more fun when nobody's around." Zayn smiled with a devilish look in his face. He began holding out few spray cans from both of his hands. I took one of the can and began spraying in the air then to his face. Now his face was in a shade of blots of red.

"What's your problem, mate?" he asked in a very angry tone.

"Here's the problem, all these walls are a bit...quite ugly."

"Yeah. I noticed that." the he began to spray on my face.

"That's not what I meant." I said my voice feeling rather dry from the tequila shots I had earlier.

We both began painting the walls with all sorts of colours and lines. I was a tad busy drawing my thing on the wall and to the corner of the eye, I saw my name in huge letters. I suddenly stopped him from spraying anymore.

"Zayn, do you even want me to go to the cellar?" I said spraying another coat of spray to prevent any traces of our sneaky little doings. After a bit, half of the wall was entirely painted by our sprays. There was a sudden siren of police cars coming near the gymnasium. 

Fuck.

We're going to get caught for doing this. We both looked at each other and ran to the nearest exit door of the gymnasuim and hurriedly went to the car and drove very fast. I sweaty hand maneuvered the steering wheel. It was kind opf slippery and can't quite control the wheels.

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