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“Tell him,” Louis urged.
“I don’t-” Liam raked his fingers through his hair, slumping against the wall. “I can’t, Lou. That’s the problem. ‘M not good with words like you and Zayn. You want me to find the right song for the moment, I’ve got it covered, all day every day. But actually finding the words?” Liam shook his head. “My brain shuts down. Especially when it comes to Zayn.”
“Make a playlist,” Louis shrugged nonchalantly, disarming Liam.
“But-”
“But what Payno? Let the songs speak for you. It’ll work. I promise. I'll wager he already knows how you feel.”
