November 23, 2011
Tommo is calling
"Zayn. I'm going to tell him."
"What?"
"Him," Louis sighed, "You know."
"Him," Zayn echoed.
"Harry!"
"Oh! Why would you do that?"
[The sound of glass breaking could be heard from Louis' end]
"Sorry. I'm watching this weird commercial. The lad just tossed a food processor out the window."
"Text me the link."
"Okay."
[Shuffling, muffled laughter]
"Alright. So Harry," Louis stated.
"Harry."
"What do we know?"
Zayn snickered, "You're madly in love with him, and you want to have his children."
"Shut up. It's none of your business if I'm having his baby."
"Whatever. We also know that he has a boyfriend. Leeroy is kind of attractive if you were to ask me."
"Good thing no one is asking you."
[Glass breaking on Zayn's end]
"Are you seriously watching that right now?"
[Stifled laughter]
"Zayn, focus."
"Right. I say you flat out tell him."
"What?"
[The sound of a throat being cleared, followed by a rant about avocados in a high pitched voice]
"Oh, Harry! I must confess my undying love for you!"
[A scoff from Louis]
"I don't sound like that."
"I don't sound like that."
[Obscure threats towards Zayn]
"Zayn seriously. I just want to tell him and then move on with my life. He didn't even see my tattoo!"
"Your tattoo is irrelevant. Just catch him when he's alone and tell him."
"He's never alone."
"Yeah, sure. Demand to speak with him alone."
[The sound of a door closing in the background. Jumbled muttering from Louis]
"Yes, hello, Leeroy."
"Just speaking with Zayn."
[Rustling]
"Okay. Bye."
"Zayn."
[Crunching]
"What?"
"That was Leeroy."
"Yeah," Zayn started, "I heard."
"What if he heard us conspiring?"
"First of all, he can't hear me. And second, we're not conspiring."
"I'm trying to steal his man. This is conspiring."
[Amused laughter from Zayn]
"There will be no stealing of men."
"We still don't have a plan."
"I told you," Zayn said, exasperated, "Drag him somewhere and confess."
"Fine. We'll go with your stupid plan."
"Nice. Can I go now?"
[Exaggerated sigh]
"Sure."
Call ended
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