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Zayn is if not, the best lawyer the world has ever seen. His way of working, helping and winning was admirable. Everyone speaks highly of him. One day Zayn gets called into the bos's office. "How is that Aivery murder case going?" "I'm getting there. There are just some tiny details I need to go over to." "You have been saying that for the past month. I need progress not promisses. I know you're too proud and subborn to ask for help, that's why I'm ordering you to work with Mr. Styles." "Who?" "One of the best lawyers in this country. He works for my other company." "Thanks; but I don't need any help." "Let me repeat myself: I am ordering you." He handed him a file. "This are some of his personal information. He starts on monday." Zayn sighed as he took the file. The front cover said: "Styles." That name sounded familiar and Zayn prayed to God that it wasn't the person he thought it was. He held his breath as he slowly opened the file. "You got to be fucking kidding me." He pushed his head back and closed his eyes. "Harry fucking Styles." He confirmed. .............. Zayn gets forced to work with Harry on a murder case. It wouldn't be as bad if Zayn didn't happen to know Harry from college. They went to Law school together and Harry happened to be the bestfriend of Zayn's roommate back then. No mather how hard Zayn tried, he just couldn't get rid of him. And now it seems like history was repeating itself. Zayn hated him. There wasn't a praticual reason for it, he just did. And God, how was Harry the most annoying and selfish person. He could get away with anything with his looks and cheekyness. Zayn hated those kind of people. But he had to follow his bos's order. Maybe Harry changed? Years went by since they graduated, maybe he was mature and grown now?
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( DO NOT OPEN THIS BOOK UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE FIRST ONE WHICH IS CALLED 'THE BLIND KID') (COVER BY @inkedtattoos :-)) " Can you take a picture with me, Harry? " I ask. I touch his arm, but he jerks away. I hadn't seen him in person in forever. I back up. His lips curl into a smirk, Ray Bans in his hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. " I'm sorta busy, " He spits, starting to walk away. I grab onto his arm again and he angrily turns around, throwing his arms in the air. " I have to go! Leave me the hell alone. You can get a picture later, " He shouts. The anger in his tone was apparent and his teeth were clenched together. I almost whimper, when he freezes. He was acting ridiculous. The sad thing was that this has been happening a lot. Everything was fine and then he started having sudden mood swings and then comes along him being rude to fans. ' Harry styles rude to fans ' made the cover of every newspaper and magazine in the world. He was screwed. He later earned respect back from people, when the whole thing blew over. I could tell he was relieved to say the least, but his ego has gotten bigger and bigger, just as his popularity grew; One directions popularity. " You sound familiar, " He whispers, gripping the bottle of scotch. I was scared it might break. " Do I know you? " He ask. I nod my head to myself, but don't say anything. He didn't need to know. I didn't want him to know. I hated that he was acting like this. The Harry I knew would never do this. I could feel a tear fall down my cheek and I turn to walk away. The air smells odd and the blinking lights twinkle in the distant. I keep walking even when I hear his voice calling for me. " Wait! Come back! " He yells. I keep walking.

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