(Based off of fanfic Harry's lololol)
• Confused all the time, Harry lol
Me:
— Baby, would you be a dear and hand me your mop ?
Harry:
— My what?
Me:
— Your mop.
Harry:
— Is this referring to something sexual because I'm not following...
Me:
— Your fucking mop Styles, your fucking MOP. The stick with weird little picklies at the bottom
Harry:
— Oh yeah, of course. Why do you need it?
Me:
— You have cum on the floor from jerking off to gay porn, seriously. I thought you were all elegant and shiznit??
Harry:
— Let's get higgghhjh duddeeeeeeee
Me:
— wtf
