Louis and Harry grew up together, and were best friends even in their earliest memories. They are 12 years old when Louis has to move to Australia, and they never expect anything to be the same again. They make a pact, a promise to one another, put it in a bottle and throw it out to sea. They promise to get back in touch if any of them ever find the bottle again. A silly, childish pact that isn't so silly when you're only twelve years old. Seven years later, fate turns in their favour. Louis stumbles upon an old, green bottle and Harry just happens to be in Australia as an exchange student. They spend time together catching up, but no amount of time can make up for the seven years they spent apart. It's almost cruel when you realise the one thing most important to you has been in front of you all the while, yet you never realise.

kinda emotional and kinda funny and a lot of Larry Stylinson basically what I imagine their text messages to be like ~spin off WIP~ Ziam Texts!

"Who's Harry Styles?" "Don't talk to him, He's dangerous." "How?" "He killed his father." Harry Styles has recently finished his sentence in jail for the murder of his own father. Now returning to high school, he has to try and live through the rumors, frightened looks, and harsh words of his fellow classmates. Everyone is either scared or disgusted by Harry except one person; Louis. Louis moved from Doncaster to live with his father after a fight with his mum about his sexuality. His father is a police officer and he warned Louis to stay away. But Louis may or may not feel a bit curious about this 'Harry Styles' and ignores the warnings.