"Oi, now we're talking. Came running to ol' Tomlinson for help, gotta say Harold," He crossed his arms over his chest, and Harry watched as his eyes looked him over. "It's very out of character for you." "Yeah, well, don't feel too special, you're my last choice," Harry subconsciously crossed his arms as well, giving Louis his own look over. "Oh, that's a lot of power, I'm your last resort!" He wagged his finger at him, letting out a cackle. "Alright, hit me with it." Harry's lips pursed as he slowly started to regret the words about to spill out of his mouth, "I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend." or the one where harry and louis cant stand each other and fake date to make someone jealous.