chatterbox; hs

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disclaimer: this will be dialogue from their skype call. delilahs will be on the right as harrys will be on the left.

"delilah?"

"this is awkward"

"oh, my god. it's actually you. your face is fucked up though."

"you can thank my dad for that one."

"it's still a good face."

"your accent. it's out."

"are you swooning yet?"

"if you were australian, maybe."

"i still have those friends on speed dial that are from sydney."

"what's their name?"

"can't tell you, you have to figure that out yourself."

"right, cause' i can do that."

"it's nice to know you aren't a rein."

"it's nice to know you aren't a girl."

"but i thought you were thinking of turning lesbian for the girl in the picture."

"say picture again."

"picture?"

"i'm swooning."

"the accent definitely helps me with the ladies."

"yeah, but i'm one of the few ladies you get with the accent that you don't care for."

"not entirely true."

"how's nora?"

"pretty...basic."

"are those words separate or together?"

"both. hows carson?"

"sexy...big."

"two words that shouldn't go together. explain him to me. describe him to me."

"you said that so britishly."

"that's not a word, love."

"love?"

"british thing."

"is it though?"

"yes it actually is, i promise."

"carsons sweet. nice, big shoulders. very masculine. he has fluffy hair, like yours but blonde. he looks like the type of person that would wear dockers and a polo shirt."

"so, rich?"

"yeah but don't say that like it's a bad thing. you live in fucking manhattan."

"you live in queens, delilah. literally no difference."

"i live in a shoebox with two alcoholics."

"can i tell you something without you cringing or acting like i'm your brother?"

"i don't look at you like you're my brother."

"then do you promise me you won't cringe?"

"i promise."

"you look alarmingly pretty right now."

"thanks. you too."

"okay, we aren't at the dollar store checking out, miss i'm-an-old-cat-lady."

"what?"

"you made it awkward."

"no you did."

"okay, i'm hanging up now."

"can't believe you just flirted with me."

"bye!"