F A B R I C / Harry Styles

"We must've been cut from the same fabric,"

I looked at him at the other side of the table, sitting there his head placed on his underarms looking at me like a curious child. He smiled knowingly over the petrol material spread out between us. He knew what he was doing, he knew what he wanted to say but he'd rather tell me through anything but words. I did the first cut and I knew he was right.