Modest: Okay, Louis you answer the question. Harry, you're going to do exactly what we talked about. We clear?
Modest: So Louis, what can you tell us about the no control project?
Modest: Now Harry, how do you feel that went?
Harry: Brilliant. Did you see his eyes? They lit up at the mention. He's so humble and gorgeous. I think he was perfect, like 10/10, like so good I could just spread his legs right now and-
Modest: I think that's enough Mr.Styles.
Louis: I don't know about that. I could listen to him reverse roast me all day.
Modest: Yes, well... you love him, that's quite a bit different.
Louis: Who wouldn't love him?
Harry: I'm going to ravish you if you continue that.
Modest: Can we get back to the point please?
Modest: Harry, we weren't asking for an assessment of Louis' answer. We were asking how you felt that you went. Did you do what we talked about?
Harry: He's still wearing his trousers isn't he?
Louis: I love you so fucking much.
Modest: That is not what we asked for Mr.Styles and maybe you should leave the comedy to Mr.Tomlinson.
Harry: I'm going to call you that when we fuck later.
Louis: Can't wait Mr.Styles.
Modest: The point is Harry, we asked you not to stare at him like he's the actual centre of your universe.
Modest: Someone get me a drink. No, not that kind. Yes I know it's only 10 am Karen! I don't fucking care!
Harry: We drive her to drink Lou.
Louis: I know. Isn't it lovely?
