You and Zayn Malik, had always been enemies, even when you were little children. You were now both seventeen years old, in your final year of high school, year eleven in England. You were both pretty popular, and everyone knew that the two of you hated each other more than anything. One day, one of your friends, James, was hosting a party for his seventeenth birthday, and there were over a hundred people there. You came too, obviously. The house was filled with the lingering smell of booze and weed. James’ parents had gone for the night, luckily for him. You stood in the kitchen.