Louis leaving the house, telling Harry all about puppy routines and kissing his boys goodbye. When he comes home, he crouches down to get all the puppy kisses and asks Clifford, “How’s my favorite little Tommo?” and then Harry goes, “No no, baby, it’s Clifford STYLES now, isn’t that right, Clifford?” and then Clifford barks happily and Louis gets this pouty look on his face because his two curly boys betrayed him.
When Harry accepted to be his sister’s maid of honour, despite how non-traditional of a choice he was, he didn’t think writing a speech for the wedding reception would be this hard. Now, not only does he have less than two weeks left to find something moving and inspirational to say, but Gemma just confided in him that her old childhood best friend is going to be in attendance. The one who moved to LA and they haven’t seen in fifteen years because he was too busy becoming an Academy Awards winner. But hey, no pressure. It’s just Louis Fucking Tomlinson.