You and Zayn Malik, were both sixteen years old, and had been enemies for as long as you could both remember. You hated each other, and that was that. One day, you were walking down the hall, when you turned to walk down one of the quiet corridors, when you see Zayn curled up in a ball on the floor, leaning against the wall, clutching his stomach. He was covered in blood and had clearly been in a fight. His eyes were shut tight.
You and Zayn Malik, had grown up together, your families both extremely close, ultimately resulting in the two of you becoming close too. Throughout primary school, you were stuck together like glue, and it continued into highschool until one day in year eight. You were both sat on the field up against a tree behind Zayn’s house to watch the sunset. You were talking about ‘crushes’ at school. Zayn had asked if you had kissed anyone yet as you were both only thirteen, and you had said no. Both of you being so young and curious, one thing led to another, and you ended up sharing a brief, innocent kiss. This led to Zayn startling and freaking out, and it caused a huge argument between you both. Zayn had said something along the lines of; ‘I can’t kiss a boy, that’s wrong!’ and stormed off, and from then on, things were never the same between you. The friendship between you had twisted into a form of hatred as time passed, and yet no one knew what had happened for this to happen. Your family was shocked at the rude comments and looks you would now send to each other, yet you both refused to tell a single soul what had happened. Now, you were both in year eleven, both sixteen, and remained enemies.
You and Zayn Malik had been enemies ever since you could remember, but unluckily for the both of you, your families were both really close. Your mum and dad and Zayn’s mum and dad had the idea to book a holiday for the both of your families, and you weren’t too pleased, to say the least. After leaving the airport and arriving at the hotel from a long day of flying, Your mum says; “Why don’t you and Zayn go and get some rest in your room, Love? It’s been a long day.” You were confused, and replied; “Room? You mean ***rooms***, right?” But she just gave a sheepish smile, and rubbed the back of her neck. “Surprise..?”
You and Zayn Malik had always been enemies. Your families had been close whilst the two of you grew up, but you both started to hate each other more and more the older you got. Now, you were sixteen, and Zayn was seventeen. You were in the same year in secondary school (year eleven). It was winter, and it had been snowing for the past few days. As Christmas half term neared, everybody started wearing warm clothing and accessories over their school uniform. Today, you walked to school, and met with your friends in the morning. However, you weren’t exactly best pleased. After school, your mum and dad had arranged for Zayn and his mum and dad to come to your house after school for dinner. Your friends and families were well aware of your rivalry, due to the many physical fights in the past that had resulted in both of your parents being called into school. So there you stood with your friends, waiting for the bell to ring that signalled for everyone to go to form.
You and Zayn Malik were both sixteen, in year 11 in high school. You and Zayn were enemies, and also not gay in public, but in private? That was a whole other story. You and Zayn were each others ‘Fling’, or ‘No strings’. There were rules, though. RULE ONE - No feelings whatsoever. RULE TWO - Nobody else can find out. RULE THREE - No dating other people unless we call off the ‘Fling’. You were supposedly what others would call ‘Friends with Benefits’, minus the friends part. Everyone knew the two of you hated each other, or so they thought. Due to this, many people would try to date the two of you, and despite the obvious jealousy between both of you when this would happen, you just had to ignore them.
You and Zayn Malik had always hated each other. For as long as you could remember. Now, you were both sixteen in high school. Zayn was the popular boy in school, who didn’t care about school or his grades, and he had girls swooning over him on the daily. He had definitely slept around. You, on the other hand, were.. not nerdy, per se, but perhaps a little reserved. You were one of the quiet boys. You were good at school, and you hadn’t slept around. Not.. at all. One day, you and Zayn were both called into the head teachers office. You assumed it would be about another one of your petty fights, but it wasn’t. Your headteacher was asking you to tutor Zayn. Your sworn enemy. You and Zayn stare at her with wide eyes.
You were seventeen years old, and one day, in 2010, you were walking down the road to get a coffee from the shop nearby. Suddenly, someone bumped into you as you rounded a corner, and he seemed to be in a hurry. You regain your footing, startled. He apologises quickly, before hurrying off. A few moments later, a group of what seemed to be paparazzi hurry past you, too. Were they following after that boy?
You and Zayn Malik were both sixteen, in year eleven at school, and had hated each other since little children. Zayn was popular, and was known as the schools ‘bad boy’. You were a popular boy, too. You got into a fight every other day. But today, some lad in your year had cornered you in a quiet corridor, and punched you. He then got his other mates to jump you, and you did well fighting back, but you were really bloodied up. You sat with your eyes shut as you leaned against the wall on the floor, clothes and face covered in blood. You could barely move without it feeling like your ribs were going to impale you, so you didn’t.
You and Draco Malfoy had been enemies for as long as you could remember. You met on the first day of first year, and you instantly clashed. Now, you were both sixteen in sixth year, and it was winter time at Hogwarts, and you were at Hogsmeade on a Saturday with your friends, Pansy, Astoria, and Daphne, doing some Christmas shopping, when you spot Draco and his friends as you’re all walking down the snowed over path.
You and Zayn Malik, had always been enemies. All throughout your lives, your constant aim was to get at the others’ throat. In primary school, you were constantly both being brought into the office to be lectured by the headteacher, and now, in Secondary school, not much has changed. Everybody knows that the two of you can’t stand each other, and every other day you’re getting called into the office. You’re now both sixteen, in year eleven, your final year at school. One day, you shove Zayn against one of the lockers, another fight clearly about to break out between the two of you.
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.
You and Zayn Malik had been enemies ever since you were in primary school. You were both popular boys in your school, and everyone knew that the two of you were enemies. You were in year eleven, both sixteen years old. One day, you were walking home from school, when you saw a group of lads with different school uniform on from another school. You narrow your eyes slightly, and noticed that they were backing someone up against a tree, shoving him. It was a boy, you could see. You debated on just going home, but decided against it as you knew you’d feel guilty if you did, so you decided to help. Luckily, you were quite strong, which was an advantage. Maybe you’d be able to get them to leave the boy alone, and be on your way. You crossed the road and walked onto the grass into the park. As you get closer, you see that the boy who was being backed up and crowded around, was in fact your enemy, Zayn Malik.
You were currently eighteen years old, and were in the band One Direction. The year was 2011, and the band had been together for just over a year now. After your sudden surge in fame, and getting used to not just being a normal kid anymore, things were good. You were in the band with Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Harry Styles, and Zayn Malik. You and Harry were in a secret relationship that the fans didn’t know about due to your strict management not allowing it. The only people who knew were Niall, Liam, and Zayn.
It was Christmas Eve, around eleven o’clock at night, and Harry Styles’ family was over at your house for the next two nights, as your family’s would be spending christmas together, as well as boxing day. You and Harry, however, both hated each other. You were both sixteen years old. Harry’s parents were sleeping in the spare room, and Harry was on the couch downstairs. As of now, everyone was laughing, and telling jokes. the adults had clearly had a little too much to drink, so you and Harry were awkwardly stood there, unsure of what to do.
You and Draco Malfoy had always hated each other. Right from the very beginning. It all began in first year when he had accidentally bumped into you, and when you refused to apologise, he was furious. He was from a rich pureblood family, and had clearly been spoilt. You were a pureblood too, and your family was quite weathly, but you hadn’t been spoilt rotten like he had been. He wasn’t used to people not listening to him. You being the first not to, your hatred for each other only grew from there. That same day, you were sorted into Slytherin. Your name was called just before Malfoys, and once his had been, he scowled at you whilst sitting down opposite you at the table. Now, you were both in fifth year, both fifteen and sixteen years old. You still hated each other more than anything, and everyone knew it. You would argue that much, it would constantly interfere with schoolwork, and you would both end up leaving every lesson you shared with a detention. One night, you had received a letter from your father, which said that your mother was undergoing treatment at St. Mungos. He barely went into detail, and said there was nothing to worry about, but you obviously did anyway. That same night you were out past curfew up in the astronomy tower, looking at the stars, thinking.
You and Draco Malfoy had been enemies ever since first year. You were the brightest witch of your age, but Draco was also very clever. You, Harry, and Ron had collectively loathed him. You were now both in sixth year, both sixteen years old, and still hated each other. Today, you and draco had been put on detention for bickering during potions, which was very unlikely for you to ever get a detention, and Professor Snape left you two alone together, but not before confiscating your wands. All of a sudden, there was a severe thunderstorm, and your closest shelter was in hagrids hut, which was empty due to hagrid himself being away for ‘special business.’ You both sprinted towards it, and ran inside, completely soaked and breathing heavily.
You and Draco Malfoy had been enemies ever since first year. From the very first day. You were a pureblood witch, who had merely defended her newly made friend, Hermione Granger. Malfoy had been mouthing off to Harry Potter, and had ended up calling Hermione Granger a mudblood. You had put him in his place, and he didn’t like it. Not one bit. You had been sorted into Ravenclaw later that day, and received a glare from Malfoy, who had been sorted into Slytherin moments before you. Given that you were both eleven and twelve years old in first year, your hatred from that moment on only grew with time. Now, you were both in fifth year, both fifteen and sixteen, and completely and utterly loathed each other. Your rivalry would constantly interfere with your schoolwork, and the two of you were on detention every other night. One night, past curfew, you crept up to the astronomy tower in hopes of getting a breather from your dorm mates. You shared a dorm with Padma Patil and Luna Lovegood, but they were rather chatty, preventing your slumber. You clenched your jaw when you were met with Draco Malfoy leaning against the railing, looking up at the stars. He hadn’t noticed you yet.
You and Louis Tomlinson had always been enemies. Ever since year seven on the first day of football tryouts. You had been given the jersey of the number he so desperately wanted, number 28, and he had yours, number 17. You both blamed each other, and your hatred for each other only grew deeper. You had both had that many fights, that everyone around you was used to it. Now, You’re both in year eleven, 16 years old in your final year of high school. You and Louis had both been made Co-Captains of your football team by your Coach, and you were both furious. You both couldn’t believe it. Practice was during after school hours, and throughout the whole thing, you and Louis kept throwing insults at each other with every chance you got. You had gotten into a heated fight during practice, in which both of you were now covered in blood, and the coach had sent the rest of the team to the showers whilst he lectured the two of you on the pitch.
You and Louis Tomlinson had always been enemies. Ever since year seven on the first day of football tryouts. You had been given the jersey of the number he so desperately wanted, number 28, and he had yours, number 17. You both blamed each other, and your hatred for each other only grew deeper. Now, You’re both in year eleven in your final year of high school. You and Louis had both been made Co-Captains of your football team by your Coach, and you were both furious. Practice was during after school hours, and throughout the whole thing, you and Louis kept throwing insults at each other with every chance you got. Suddenly, he said something that just flicked a switch in you, and you tackled him to the ground.
You and Zayn had always hated each other, but unfortunately for the two of you, had grown up together. due to this, you both knew everything about each other, and you were the only person who knew about zayn and his family problems. he had told you a long long time ago when you weren’t ‘enemies’ as such, and after he told you, it was an unspoken rule to never tell anyone else, not even your own family. so you didn’t, you don’t know why, but you never told a soul. Now, you were both sixteen, in secondary school. It was a winters day, nearing Christmas. School ended in a few days, snow lightly covering the grounds. Everyone wore scarves, hats, gloves, coats. You were stood behind the school with a few of your mates, Niall, Louis, and Harry, smoking. You all wore your school uniform. You had a beanie on, as well as a hoodie. You had the hood pulled over the hat. With one hand shoved into the pocket of your hoodie over your uniform, you hold the cigarette in the other. Your eyes glance around the corner every few moments to look out for any teachers. You notice Zayn approaching, and groan. “For fucks sake.”
You and Zayn were both sixteen years old, in year eleven in high school. You were both sworn enemies, ever since you were children. Your families were both close, therefore you were both basically forced into always seeing each other, but this only developed the mutual hatred further. One day, you had both gotten into a physical fight at school, and you were both sat in the Head Teachers office, after being fixed up by the nurse. Zayn sat with a tissue to his nose that was bleeding, and you sat with an ice pack held against your head, the two of you shooting glares at the other whilst waiting for the head teacher to walk in.
It was early December, and today was the day that the Christmas holidays began. Some people returned home to be with their families, whilst others remained at Hogwarts. You had been one of those people. As your parents were muggles, they often travelled around the world. That being said, they were currently on a holiday for their anniversary in Switzerland, and had planned to stay there over Christmas. This meant you had to stay at Hogwarts, but in all honesty, you didn’t mind. You were in sixth year now, seventeen years old, and with all of the stress of Voldemort, you were sort of glad to have some time alone. Harry was spending Christmas at the Weasleys, and Ron’s mother, Molly, had invited you too, of course, but you politely declined. Obviously Harry was experiencing an immense amount of stress, too, but recently, it seemed that all you were getting from Ron and Harry were, “Hermione, how many times have I told you-..” Or things like, “‘Mione, you’re not doing enough!” Though they never said those words directly, it was crystal clear that they weren’t far off, so you figured some time apart would be good. Unbeknownst to you, Draco Malfoy, yours, Harry’s, and Ron’s sworn enemy since first year was also spending Christmas at Hogwarts.