his deepest darkest secret is his split pinky...haha, it got better
ahahah who doesn’t love harry’s split pinky??? only the heartless with no hearts!!!
okay here is a little bit of Louis, unintentionally getting closer to discovering Harry’s secret:
It wasn’t until their third beer shoot together that Louis noticed Harry didn’t like to high-five.
The job was for an actual TV commercial and they were on set in a large bar, so Harry and Louis were off in a corner, playing foosball with the women’s hand models while they all waited to be called over to be an actor’s hands. Every time Harry’s team scored a goal, he went for a fist bump. Never a high-five, always a fist bump.
Louis was immediately suspicious.
Harry was too uptight and proper to have the natural inclination to do something cool, like fist bump. It looked wrong on him, like he should have been high-fiving.
“Why don’t you high-five, Styles?” Louis asked when they headed back to craft services after the game ended.
“What?” Harry asked, immediately defensive, his hands tightening on a paper plate.
Louis smirked, he knew he was onto something. “You only fist bump.”
Harry did one of his trademark enormous and annoying eyerolls. “Some of us wear gloves, Louis,” he pointed out, all huffy and wide eyed, “what’s the point of high-fiving when it doesn’t make a noise?”
Louis scoffed, making face as he picked up a baby carrot. “Um, camaraderie and celebration, maybe?? Fist bumps don’t make sound, anyway!”
“Exactly,” Harry sniffed, rolling his eyes again.
Louis didn’t care. He had plan. He was going to get Harry to high-five someone by the end of the day. Harry was stuck-up and overly proud of his stupid, large beautiful hands, but he was also way too polite to leave someone hanging...