From Fame To Blame ∞ l.s

Chapter Thirty One

Harry: i miss you already lou

Louis: aye, i miss myself too

Harry: wow that hurt

Louis: like it did when i *wiggles eyebrows*

Harry: uh uh uh huhuh idiot

Harry: i hate you. you fat joke stop pretending were friends

Louis: wHOA RUDE YOU ASSHOLE

Harry: im a kitten thanks

Louis: fuck you too

Louis: nah jk i luv u bb

Harry: my eyes r leakin soz

Louis: rest in peace then

Harry: HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Harry: HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Harry: i want this to be written onto my gravestone

Harry: here lies harry :)

Louis: v deep darling

Harry: i have a pervy comment to that

Louis: shoot then

Louis: not like as in shoot

Louis: like cum you know

Harry: youre hilarious

Louis: i know you son of lucifer

Harry: fine ill leave fuck you

Harry: also when are you going to be in london again ?

Louis: somewhere in a few weeks

Harry: hah i wont come fuck you

Louis: bitch

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