Louis: Harry are you still mad at me
Louis: harrrryyyyyy
Louis: knock knock
Louis: who dere
Louis: louis
Louis: louis who
Louis: louis, the one who's supposed to talk with harry
Louis: im such a loner
Louis: not even zayn wanna talk
Louis: nailpolish will be my only hope since leeyums out on a date with Sophia
Louis: so Eleanor just called
Louis: what a joke
Louis: she literally asked if she forgot her phone in my apartment
Louis: she havent even seen my apartment
Louis: what is this
Louis: oh
Louis: wHAT A
Louis: nope
Harry: louis im not mad and im sorry but i was at some event thingy
Harry: [Picture Attached] seeeeee
Louis: okay lou deep breaths
Louis: am i alone, yes i am
Louis: okay im screaming
Louis: why god, why
Harry: what are you on about
Louis: YOUR GORGEOUSNESSNESSNESSNESS
Harry: what
Harry: Louis William fookin Tomlinson just called me gorgeous
Louis: big deal yada yada
Louis: but holy fuck you're good lookin harryyyy
Harry: hey louis can i ask you something ?
Harry: it's kind of .. private, you see
Louis: shoot kiddo
Harry: are you gay ?
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PIC HARRY SENT IS ON THE SIDE/TOP/WHEREVER THE FUCK IT IS
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From Fame To Blame ∞ l.s
FanfictionThey chat like teenagers and things get spicy. The grammar is absolutely horrible, but I'm too lazy to edit it.
