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“You have poor taste for someone with the last name Styles,” he says, turning to show the back of his pants to Harry—the pants Harry had just stitched his name across last night to keep this type of thing from happening again.
Of course, he’s accomplished nothing but indirectly making himself pop a stiffy over Louis fucking Tomlinson.
(inspired by this post)
