Sorry if this a short chapter, i wanted to write something quick but i dont think its good, sorry again
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-Me
"Detrás de cada cosa exquisita que existía, había algo trágico" -Y&B
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Harry's POV
The smell of weed hit my face as soon as we waked in the door, Louis walked in front of me and greeted his friend.
"Whose this?" the boy asked as he looked at me
He had raven coloured hair, His hair was long, at the tips it was dyed a faded green that was turning into yellow. He had thick eye lashes and brown eyes that weren't to light nor to dark. He had a small stud in his nose and his skin was inked with tattoos.
"This is Harry, uh my best friend" he said awkwardly
He looked at me, then at Louis he assured him I wouldn't go telling people what happens here or what he likes to do.
His flat was medium: a kitchen that had a black counter, white stove, grey dryer and a small ish fridge. There was cutlery that was drying near the sink. His main room had a flat screen television, a small coffee table that had weed laid out, i saw a bag of small white and colourful pills that were placed under something to not be noticeable but I don't think it worked. The main room had big windows that looked into the city, grey pulled back blinds and black couches.
"Hazza-Harry this is zayn one of my other friends." Louis said
I gave him a smile and he gave me one back, he shook my hand and i shook his, he seems polite not at all what i expected for someone who does this.
"Zayn Malik" he spoke
"Harry Styles" I responded
He told us to sit and gave us food and drinks, he seem to polite to say no to. Him and Louis talked for a while and when Louis went to the washroom zayn spoke with me.
"So you're the famous harry" he said
"Um, what do you mean by that?" i asked hoping he didn't already know about my past
"We'll Louis talks about you a lot and he speaks greatly of you" he said
"Oh really?" i asked surprised
"Yea, well up until recently when he would talk about you he would speak with hurt in his voice, like he did something bad" he said as he took a bite of his butter chicken
"Oh I didn't know" i told him.
"He would always find a way to bring you up in a conversation, 'the boy with pretty green eyes, soft skin and curly hair'
He calls you Hazza or haz right? " he said
"yea" i respond as i think about the first time he called me it and smile
"so what happened between you to you seem a little close to be friends" he said
"Oh its a long story but no we are just friends" i say
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Fire Beneath Me || L.S.
Teen FictionHarry get abused by his father and by his bully. His bully soon realizes what his father has been doing to him. Harry is in love with him and he uncovers secrets about Louis life. Louis also discovers secrets about Harry's life.
