Day 1
"Louuuuuu"
"Wot?"
"We have no cat food"
"Ok"
"Larry needs food"
"FOOKIN HELL! WE'LL GO SHOPPING THEN"
"Good"
***
"Hazza- hurry up- I'm horny"
An old lady, with at least twenty packets (and five different brands) of cat food glared at him, whispering to the wee old bloke standing next to her about 'youth today'.
"Louis!"
"Wot?"
Harry hit him upside the head.
"Oww..."
He may of been milking it, just a tad.
***
"Is that all today?"
"Yes, thanks."
***
Larry didn't appreciate the cat treats Harry insisted on buying, ungrateful cat.
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Day 2
"What are you doing, Love?"
"Wot? Oh! Uh- reading Unbelievers..."
"NO WAY?!"
"Yes..."
"What chapter?"
"Six"
Harry screamed- it was VERY feminine.
"I'm assuming you like that chapter?"
"OF COURSE I DO! IT'S CHAPTER 6"
"Wots so great about chapter 6?"
"Just read it and see"
***
"Wot. The. Actual. Fook. Did. I. Just. Fookin. Read?"
"Unbelievers chapter 6"
"I know that!"
"Then I'm confused by your question."
"I swear to god- Hazza. I meant: what the actual fook was happening? I swear- I'm fookin traumatised!"
"You don't find it hot...?"
"Wot?! No! They fookek covered in sil- actually, yea, that is slightly hot"
Harry perked up a bit.
"No- absolutely fookin not."
"Aww"
"Don't 'aww' me Harry. I am not covering myself in silver glitter!"
"What about gold glitter?"
"No."
"Fuck."
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Day 3
"I was sure the recipe had said 2 tablespoons of sugar"
"NO. It says 'two TEASPOONS'!"
Him and Harry were baking together (Harry's idea), it wasn't going very well.
Apparently, according to Harry's ranting- he couldn't read.
"- I ask you to do one damn thing, but you're that incompetent you can't even read fucking-"
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Our Hands are Tied
Fiksi Penggemar{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...
