Nick:Let's call your hairdresser and tell him that you want to shave your head because your fame lies in your face
Harry:Ok
Nick:Let's call and convince Sam that I'm in love with you
Harry:Ok
Nick:Let's call your stylist and tell her you think Louis' let himself go
Harry:I can't say that, no
Nick:Harry:Nick:Harry:Let's tell her I want golden crotchless tights instead159342365