Twist a Little Closer, Now

"Dance team is shit," Louis tells Harry for the millionth time.

Harry leans closer for a moment, like he's about to tell Louis a super serious secret and Louis' throat closes up. He can smell the cologne Harry used this morning before school and the shampoo he washed his hair with last night; Louis feels lightheaded. "Yeah, only cause you're not on it."

Or the one where Harry signs up for a dance class that Louis teaches. Incidentally, the class is for six year olds.