Harry Styles

Harry: Can we please go to bed? YN: But I want ice cream. Harry: It's midnight we can't ice cream right now. YN: But I want ice cream. Harry: I'm not getting you an ice cream. 20 minutes later, you convinced Harry Harry: I hate you so much. YN: Come on, bub. Harry: Hahaha, frick. YN: You want cake? Harry: I want sleep. YN: I think you want cake. Harry: Haha, no.