"But mum, I hate that child boy!"

"Harry, now you're the one acting like a child." Anne sighed. "Louis is such a sweet boy, just because he dresses differently isn't a reason to hate him. I'm sure if you tried, you'd actually like him."

"Never!"

"Why won't you try, Harold. For me?" Anne pleaded, running her fingers through her sons unmanageble mob of curls.

"Okay, mum."

"Thanks, love." Anne smiled and placed a kiss on top of his head.

"Ew, mum! I'm a man now I don't like kisses no more!" Harry said trying to get away from his mothers hugs.

"Oh excuse me, prince Harold Styles of Chesire, I won't kiss my 10 year old baby no more."

•••

"So this is my room."

"It's so ugly."

"Like your dress."

"I still hate you."

"I still hate you too."