"good morning lovely listeners, it’s just turned two which means you’re here with me, harry," harry speaks into the microphone, pushing his hair back from his face.
"and me, the niallinator." niall stops spinning his chair just in time to face his own microphone.
"niall, we voted on this last week. m’not calling you the niallinator."
"if you’ll recall, the listeners had the final decision," niall’s says, not even looking at harry as he starts scrolling through the uni radios twitter mentions.
"if you’ll recall it was liam tweeting in seven ti—”
"—and you’re listening to the creatively and originally named Niall and Harry Show," niall cuts harry off, muting his mic, "where we talk about absolute shite for two hours with some musical interludes to make it look like we know what we’re doing and, as usual, there’s a fifty percent chance that harry is naked."