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“Come with me,” Liam says, manoeuvering Louis away from his new friends. He looks so serious Louis can’t help but laugh a little.
“Everything alright, mate?” he asks. Liam turns back to him, perplexed
“Hmm? Yeah, fine,” Liam says, and he looks a little less serious about it, so Louis is satisfied. “There’s just someone I want you to…” Then Liam calls out over the music, “Oi, Zayn!”
Louis’ heart lodges in his throat. There, he sees as Liam brings him closer, is Zayn bloody Malik.
Or: Louis fell in love with Zayn when they were teens. He doesn't expect to meet him on the bus a decade later and fall in love all over again.









