TW: 9
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"Lou-"
He woke up.
"Wot?"
"Rocky phoned- he wants to know if you wanna go to a drag show."
"A drag show...?"
"Yes"
"Ok? Why is he asking though?"
"His friend is a drag king... There's a show tomorrow night"
"Oh- ok"
To be honest, he just wanted to sleep all day, have sex and sleep.
What? He's a teenager.
"Hazza- 'm tired- can I just sleep?"
"Sure"
***
He was running through the Forbidden Forest (shit- wrong fandom) being chased by Timotheé Chalamet, who was singing the song he sung on SNL.
"Look at me
It's Timmy T
Boutta hit 'em with a
Z
E
S
T
Lets do a problem
Let us see
The probability of you seeing me on TV
1
0
0
0
Trillion percent
I'm a statistical wonder
A statistical gem
One in a zillion
Boutta net a million
Fruity colours
On these numbers
Call it a chameleon
Statistics, yep!
Statistics, yep, yep!"
He turned a corner, trying to escape giraffe man.
He ran into someone who looked like Liam Payne
"CRY ME A R-RIVAHHHHHH"
Nope.
He turned another corner, ignoring the echoing words of
"The tasted a lot like sugar paper actually"
He ran straight into J-Lo, Who told him he was the chosen one- then slammed him straight into Mariah Careys astronomical tits.
He gasped, choking for air, before running away gain.
"FOOKS SAKE"
He ran straight into Tom Holland- who was asking where the Ladies Room is.
He turned another corner, running into Draco Malfoy, he fell, causing mud to splash on Malfoy.
"My father will hear about this!"
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Our Hands are Tied
Fanfic{completed} Read the prologue- Not technically my original idea *read the prologue to understand* Louis is loud and unpredictable, Harry is nerdy and like an open book- they hate each other. When the two are handcuffed- the expectation is alot more...
