"I don't know! I panicked," Harry mustered, crossing his arms indignantly. "You saw him, right? I'm not the only one who saw him, am I?"
"Louis. Louis Tomlinson? Louis Tomlinson is your type?" Niall looked like he'd remembered something. "I've seen the guys you've gone on dates with. Louis is not your type. He can't be!"
Harry couldn't help being defensive,"So what? Maybe I don't have a type, maybe I just..." He faltered for half a second before pushing on, "I'm not even interested, okay? It was one stupid interaction, I'm not sitting here planning a bloody wedding. He was just hot and I panicked."
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The one where Louis is a weed dealer and Harry doesn't smoke, but he's desperate for Louis to like him back.