NOT MY STORY!!! All credits go to Velvetoscar's original story on ao3. I'm doing this because I know some people prefer Wattpad over ao3, which is completely fine, but there are still great stories on ao3, so might as well just write them on here. Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.
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