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(things you said - make your own -)

“Can you help me?”

“Help you with what, Haz?”

“With my tie I can’t do it properly.” “Sure, love” Louis says, laughing quietly.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asks.

“Hmm, nothing. I just like the idea of Harry Styles, always dressed in fucking Saint Laurent, not being able to do his own tie and having to ask his boyfriend. Poetic justice and all that.”

“Maybe I can do it myself. Maybe I just like asking you.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Haz, we both know the truth,” Louis says, adjusting Harry’s tie. Harry looks perfect and it’s time for them to go. “I don’t mind if you can’t do your own tie,” Louis whispers, kissing Harry’s cheek. “Let’s just not tell Ed about it, yeah? He would probably write a song.”

“Sure, we won’t tell Ed.”

“We absolutely won’t.”