Q: Briana, how does it feel knowing Louis and Harry are in love?
"Who's Harry?" -Briana
Q: Liam, can I play in your snake habitat?
"You're in my swamp now." -Lima
Q: Louis, would you rather be fingering Horton or rimming Harry?
"Who the fuCK IS HARRY?"
Q: Louis, where are you hiding?
"Somewhere far enough where Horton will never fucking hear me again."
-Louis
Q: Louis, do you remember chicken stuffed with mozzarella wrapped in Parma ham with a side of mash? Not just any mash, it was some home made mashed potatoes.
"I have to go right now immediately."
Q: Harry, do you love Louis?"
"Of course-" -Harry
"Who. The fuck. Is this Harry person? Harry? As in Don't Hug Me I'm Scared? That red fucking shithead is on set?" -Louis
"I'm here." -Harry
Ayeeee ok so I haven't written in fucken years so I think all day today I'll do a bunch of like character Q&A's to make up for it bc I don't want to write a shirty chapter just because I've fallen behind. So ye just leave a question addressed to any character in my story, even if mentioned briefly, and I'll try to answer.
And just so you know I'm not being a lazy shithead rn shool has been like constant but whatever tbh
YOU ARE READING
Louis, You Are Not the Father.
FanfictionA fandom's humor, a tabloid's humiliation. cover by @diversions There is a Spanish, Italian, Polish, and English version. This is in English, see my reading list for more. Published August 4, 2014.
