The Story Of Fries -Larry Stylinson-

harry and louis were in the kitchen cooking. they started touching each other. taking it to the bedroom they were making out. they took their clothes off. smiling as they did, they were still making out. they were moaning.

"storm, oh storm, oh louis, oh harry." it happened for a while. they smelt smoke. "whats burning?" harry asked louis as he broke the kiss. they both shrugged and continued kissing and rolling around on the bed.

"i love you so much." they would tell each other. "i love being a cat and eating doughnuts." someone said, they both looked. there was a little girl, about twelve years old standing in the doorway. "who the fuck are you?" louis asked as he suddenly felt worried. "im storm, or the chosen one as some would say," she said to the boys.

"oh and by the way, your kitchen is on fire." she said and laughed evilly. "that's okay, making love is much more interesting." harry said and went back to kissing louis. the girl just watched them, soon getting larry feels. she was watching something she had always dreamt of.

she always drew scenes like this and told people stuff like this happened but of course no one believed her, not even the girl that said she did and then posted of her timeline that it was all fake and was called storms 'bestfrie' not even she believed it would happen one day. they were all wrong, storm was always right. now, she gets to see what she always wanted to.

"do you mind if i like join, or at least record a sex tape guys?" she asked them, they shook their heads and there she went taking out her camera and placing it on the dressing table and pressed record and soon joined the boys. constant moans were let out during the threesome and it was paradise for them all.

- next morning -

the fire had cooled down, nothing was left. harry had died, louis had died but storm escaped with her sex tape. she grinned like a pedo everytime she rewatched it. "finally, after all this, they might be dead but i have proof." she said in victory.

"larry stylinson, a true relationship that management were stupid and hid, stupid Eleanor, she can go die, she was just a cover up, no one liked her anyways." she whispered to herself.

as she got home she placed the camera on her bed and played 'our first time' by Bruno mars, sat back down on her bed, grabbed her laptop out and messaged her bestfrie who kept sending thumbs up and so she would send a cat eating a cupcake back and the rest that went along with a blocking, a friend request, looking for larry stylinson book on wattpad but secretly writing this mawahaha.

A/N Hi. umm, yea about this.....it was a random story based on my life .-. and my best frie's life.. so. yah. move on with your life now. idek why u even read this. MY FRIE WROTE THIS FOR ME!! i just did a couple of edits. yah. dats right. soo...BUH-BUH!!

ps. we did not mean to hate on eleanor at all. we don't actually want her to die. it was just a spur of the moment thang, Kay?? good. (btw....i.am.storm. thats my name. yah.)

BYEEE!! ILY!!! :) :3 <3