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anonymous asked:

"Really, Hamish, there's no need to get jealous over Elton John, for god's sake."

“Really, Hamish, there’s no need to get jealous over Elton John, for god’s sake.”

“I’m not,” Hamish says, methodically colouring in teeth and drawing handlebar moustaches on all Harry’s LP covers with a Sharpie.

“This is as bad as the time you egged Dougie Poynter’s house because I dared to go to a McFly concert without you. Worse, even.”

“How is it worse?”

Harry holds up two tickets, fanned between his fingers like playing cards, and says, “Because you’re fussing for nothing, you fool; this time you’re coming with me.”