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"You do know Harry that you were just serenaded by London's most notorious musical proteges, who just so you know owns the best musical school in the country?!" Zayn exclaimed looking at the younger boy with sheer shock and amusement that this hadn't occurred to him. Instead the curly haired boy shrugged, a smirk finding its way to his lips as he played with the piece of paper, scribbled with Louis's phone number in his pocket.
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the One Direction boys in real life, this is purely fiction. I own the plot, so don't steal. This also has slash in it, so if you don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the One Direction boys in real life, this is purely fiction. I own the plot, so don't steal. This also has slash in it, so if you don't like it, don't read it.