Harry:

This house is so cramped,

Oh, this house is so small.

I wish my head wasn't,

Crushed against the wall.

Oh, Amanda, I miss you,

What else can I say?

I kinda wish I were home,

The home back where I stay.

My limbs are so crushed,

My head is so sore,

My joints have all cracked

I can't take it no more.

This is what I like to do,

When I am completely bored.

So help me, dear girlfriend,

Because I can't take no more.

Amanda:

Wow.

The first poem you write to me is about your aches and pains.

Harry:

This house is a mess.

There is hardly any free room and the dogs are everywhere.

I want to come home :(

Amanda:

Harry, it's only for one night! You'll live :P

Harry:

I want to die, urgh.

Amanda:

No, you don't.

Stop being a pussy, man up XD

Harry:

Hey, I doubt you have ever bee in a house this cluttered before. My head is literally squished against the wall. Stupid dogs are lying beside me and wriggling and...

Urgh.

Amanda:

Stop your complaining, Styles!

Once you're famous, you can have the most spacious house ever!

Harry:

Haha, that does sound quite nice, I have to admit :P

Amanda:

See? Things will get better! :P

Harry:

How was your day? :)

Amanda:

Quite fascinating.

I saw two dogs doing the nasty in the neighbour's garden. It was quite insightful.

You? Apart from travelling and staying in a messy house? :)

Harry:

Good! I had a KFC :')

Amanda:

Ew.

Harry:

WHAT?!

Amanda:

You heard me XD

Anything else?

Harry:

Nah, not really. Mum's been chatting away with the family while Gemma and I have been bickering. Nothing new.

Amanda:

Oh, Gemma's there? That's good! :D

Harry:

Yeah, pretty much all the family that could make it last minute are coming with me tomorrow :P

Amanda:

It'll be grand! :D

Harry:

Hopefully. Fingers crossed!