Texting Harry Styles

Fries

It's fries.

Literally a huge box of crispy, thin, salty fries. I take the box back to the sofa, shutting the door with my foot. I grab my phone and text back harry.

Lana: fries

Harold: fries

Lana: fries

Harold: maybe fries will be our always

Lana: get out

Harold: ;)

Lana: okay that was pretty good, I'll admit

Harold: ty, becuase your approval is the most important thing in my life rn.

Lana: as it should be. I'm going to stop texting you now because my fries are getting cold.

Harold: can u not eat and text at the same time?

Lana: yes but my hands will be greasy and then my phone will be greasy and that's the worst thing ever.

Harold: understood.

Lana: ttyl?

Harold: sounds coolio

Lana: leave

Harold: bye Lana banana

Lana: byee

Harold: stay classy 👋