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"Hi there!" I greet Harry once he picked up, he immediately turns off his camera, so I can't see him.

"Oh my God, it is you!"

''Yup, it's me!''

''I'm literally calling with the Louis Tomlinson!''

''Yes you are.'' I chuckle. ''Now that I'm not a stranger anymore, why don't you show yourself?'' I ask then.

''But I'm ugly!''

''I'm sure you're not, who told you that even?''

''Someone.''

''Okay. Well... Ignore them?'' It came out more as a question than I planned.

''I can't.''


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'I'm sorry. Won't you really show yourself?'' I try again.

''Ugh, fine!''

I cheer and wait for him to turn on his camera.

''Here I go.''

After a few second, his camera turns on, but all I see is a white ceiling.

''Where are you?''

''Here.''

My breath gets stuck in my throat, damn this kid his gorgeous.

''Oh my-''

''I know, I'm ugly.''

He sighs and turns it off again.

''No! You're absolutely gorgeous!''

''R- really?''

''Yeah.'' I breath out when he turns the camera on again.

Shit... Maybe I'm whipped...

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