[Have you seen Harry's new twitter icon?]
"That's true, but you would in fact be lying, and we both know that you're a shit liar." Emelie pointed out before eating another bite of her food. She could always tell when Louis was lying, whether it was to her or to someone else. Maybe it was simply because she'd known him for so long, or maybe he was just really that horrible at lying. She didn't know, but either way she could always somehow figure out when he was lying. "I despise them." She deadpanned before smiling when he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Alright." As he disappeared down the hall, clearly up to something, she finished up the last of her food before bringing her plate over to the sink.
After laying there with his face buried into his pillows for what felt like hours, but had probably only been a couple of minutes, Harry still had nothing. He wasn't good with these kinds of things. However, he knew someone who was. Sitting up slightly, he grabbed his phone off of his nightstand and dialed the all too familiar number. "Mum? Yeah, it's me. Sorry for not ringing you the last couple of days...do you have a moment?" He ran through his already unruly looking curls, waiting for her response. "I just--I really need to talk to someone, and I didn't know who else to call."
"That's true, but you would in fact be lying, and we both know that you're a shit liar." Emelie pointed out before eating another bite of her food. She could always tell when Louis was lying, whether it was to her or to someone else. Maybe it was simply because she'd known him for so long, or maybe he was just really that horrible at lying. She didn't know, but either way she could always somehow figure out when he was lying. "I despise them." She deadpanned before smiling when he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Alright." As he disappeared down the hall, clearly up to something, she finished up the last of her food before bringing her plate over to the sink.
After laying there with his face buried into his pillows for what felt like hours, but had probably only been a couple of minutes, Harry still had nothing. He wasn't good with these kinds of things. However, he knew someone who was. Sitting up slightly, he grabbed his phone off of his nightstand and dialed the all too familiar number. "Mum? Yeah, it's me. Sorry for not ringing you the last couple of days...do you have a moment?" He ran through his already unruly looking curls, waiting for her response. "I just--I really need to talk to someone, and I didn't know who else to call."
March 14th, 2014 at 04:07am