niall: haven't I told you not to come?
harry: you have
niall: then care to explain why are you at my front door?
harry: I wanna kiss you
niall: you don't
harry: I do
harry: now open the door, I left my keys at home
niall: too bad
harry: cmon niall, don't you wanna kiss me back?
niall: no
harry: liar
harry: you wanna know how my lips feel against yours
harry: and ya wanna know how my tongue taste
harry: and you also want me to mark you mine, don't you?
niall: yes
niall: christ harry yes
niall: I want that
harry: then let me in, baby boy
niall: comin'