“Babe…” I say, amusement in my tone. “C’mere.”

You pause halfway through putting on mascara, brows furrowing as you catch my reflection in the mirror. You’re clearly wondering what I want. I push my self up against the headboard, a smirk tugs at my lips as I look up from my phone screen. You make your way over to the bed, plopping down on the edge.

“What is it?” You ask, suspicious, but curious.

I’ve been scrolling through Twitter and I came across an account called ‘oldharrystylesfanedits’ their feed is full of edits fans have made of me, ranging from 2010-2013. Of course, I’ve been having a look through them. I really enjoy seeing fan edits, a lot of them look so realistic. It’s crazy.

But, I came across one with a very familiar face… your face.

There’s an edited picture of me in 2011, with a cut out picture of you edited into it.

You made an edit with me four years ago and posted it on social media.

“Found this absolute gem.” I say, turning my phone towards you — 2011 me, baby face and all, in a poorly photoshopped selfie with you.

I can’t help but find it very amusing, a chuckle escapes my lips. The moment you see the edit, your eyes widen and heat rises to your cheeks, a pretty pink tint.

“Oh my god.” You stammer, hand slapping over your mouth.

“You made an edit of us four years ago,” I can’t hold it in anymore, my laugh bursts out. “Look at it! Your heads twice the size of mine! Fucking hell, this is hilarious.”