KIK •Harry x Louis•

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*New kik message from Harry Styles*

Harry: it's been like a week, I miss your annoying little ass

Louis: it's been 3 days, don't over exaggerate.

Harry: I'm so bored.

Louis: is a Monday night, what do you expect?

Harry: true. The princess is right, once again.

Harry: so what are you doing?

Louis: homework

Harry: oh, am I distracting you?

Louis: nah, I'm almost finished anyway. 12th grade work is so easy

Harry: what? 12th? You're sixteen.

Louis: I skipped second grade and sixth grade.

Harry: mister smarty pants.

Louis: indeed I am.

Harry: what colleges did you apply for?

Louis: a couple. Like there's this one but its so far away, so I don't think I'll go there. It's called Harvard.

Harry: what's your grades?

Louis: all A's. Plus I help the staff out to get extra credit.

Harry: Y U SO SMART

Louis: I'm forced into being smart, it doesn't come naturally. have to work for that shizzzz

Harry: I did horrible on school. Couple C's and B's. If I was lucky I'd get at least two A's.

Louis: that's not bad. At least your parents aren't on your ass about it.

Harry: so.. You come from a good family, you're cute af, and you're smart. You're the perfect man. Anyone would want you.

Louis: I never said I came from a good family. They're strict but you don't know them lol

Harry: let's talk about something else.

Louis: mkay, like what?

Harry: idk you're the smart one.

Louis: actually I think I'm gonna finish my homework and get ready for bed.

Harry: it's only eight.

Louis: and it's probably gonna be past eight thirty by the time I'm done, plus I have school tomorrow.

Harry: siiiiigh.. Okay.. Talk to you tomorrow.

Louis: stop trying to make me feel bad, it's not working.

Harry:Really? It usually does.

Louis: you're distracting me from my duties, Harold.

Harry: I'm sorry. How about you text me when you get up.

Louis: if I remember.

Harry: what time do you get up?

Louis: seven.

Harry: okay so, if you don't text me by seven thirty I'll text you, deal?

Louis: deal.

Louis: night, harbear,

Harry: hey you remembered! Night, Princess.

Louis: that nickname is making me queasy. Makes me feel girly.

Harry: hush.

Louis: ok night.

Harry: nighty night, sleep tight.