“Don’t worry, mate. I’m the Ron to your Harry,” said Louis with a laugh as the two boys considered the idea of rescuing Bay from his sweets-devoid lifestyle. “Hey, maybe you can come to my house next time. I mean, during the winter break or something,” he suggested with a grin. Perhaps he could smuggle some candy into his friend’s house over the summer, but if Bay could visit him during the winter, he could have all the candy he wanted without having to have it smuggled into his room.

At Bay’s next comment about not needing to be a gentleman around him, Louis gave a playful girlish gasp. “Is that how unimportant I am to you, Bay?!” he asked, playing the role of offended girlfriend before laughing. Oh geez. He wasn’t usually this silly, but with Bay around it was hard to keep a straight face.

Oohooh but then his best mate was getting serious about their little threat battle.
“What?! I don’t snore!” complained Lou, brows furrowing. He didn’t, did he? “But if so… then, like you, I blame it on the old age,” he added with a chuckle.