"Tommo this isn't a good idea." Lauren whined as the older boy dragged her by the hand.
Louis rolled his eyes and kept walking. "No, this is a brilliant idea."
"She's not going to care! She has Marcel!" She said annoyed, pulling her hand away from the boy.
Louis sighed and turned to look at her. "Look, you love her don't you?"
Lauren crossed her arms and looked to the ground. "Y-Yeah." She mumbled.
"Then you have to make her realize that! And I have a bad feeling about this Marcel. Like, where did he even come from? Camila doesn't know what she wants yet and you have to make her realize that she loves you and not Marcel." He said calmly.
Lauren let her slump against the the chair beside her. She sighed and placed her head on the kitchen table. "No, I had my chance and I let her slip away. She deserves to be happy and if her being happy means being with Marcel than I have to let her be."
Louis groaned. "Lo, she loves you. Have you not seen the way she looks at you? She looks at you like you're her whole damn world."
She scoffs. "Yeah, right."
"Look, what's there to lose by doing this? Please, Lo, do it for me."
She sits up and looks at him annoyed. "Fine, I'll do it." She put up a finger to stop Louis from interrupting. "But," She said. "Just tell me why this is so important."
"Because," He said. "I don't trust this Marcel. And I definitely don't trust Camila with him. And it'd be a good opportunity to make camren happen."
"What?" She looked at him with confusion written in her face.
"What?" He said, equally confused.
"What's camren?"
"Ohhh," He said laughing. "It's a ship name that Ha-" He stopped himself from saying his name. He frowned and turned away from her. "It's um, a ship name that H-Harry made."
Lauren noticed his discomfort and stood up, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it's okay." She smiled. "C'mon let's go unfold this plan of yours." She said.
Louis sighed and smiled lightly.
"Okay, so here's what we'll do..."
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"No."
Camila sighed and held up another shirt.
Harry scrunched up his nose. "God no."
She groaned and threw it back in the closest. She crossed her arms and gave him a stern look. "Harry, you can't keep dressing like, well, Harry! You're not him anymore."
"But I am Harry." He pouted.
"Well Lou and the other lads don't know that!" She almost yelled. "You sing like him, you practically look like him, you act like him, you can't start dressing like him too. They'll find out." She whined.
He scoffed. "Fine, I'll start to dress like Marcel."
Camila sighed. "Thank you." She said and grabbed some more clothes.
"Now hurry up, Lou's gonna be here soon." She said as she left the room.
Harry sighed and looked through the clothes she had laid out for him. He wrinkled his nose at the clothes. Nope, he couldn't wear these. He went back to his closet and searched for something more decent. He smiled when he found what he was looking for.
