Harry bends down close to her as if he were about to tell her a secret. “A WEED!” he says, in a stage whisper.”
“No!” Louis protested. “What are you lot on about? I’m not a weed!”
Harry bends down close to her as if he were about to tell her a secret. “A WEED!” he says, in a stage whisper.”
“No!” Louis protested. “What are you lot on about? I’m not a weed!”
To her left side, Louis’ face falls into a frown, and to her right, Harry literally jumps into the air a little, his eyes lit up with glee.
“I hate you,” Louis mutters, just loud enough for Gemma to hear.
To her left side, Louis’ face falls into a frown, and to her right, Harry literally jumps into the air a little, his eyes lit up with glee.
“I hate you,” Louis mutters, just loud enough for Gemma to hear.