Dotty Nolan is the daughter of director Christopher Nolan. The day before she and her father would be going to France to start the production of the film 'Dunkirk', she accidentally texts the wrong person after saving her friend's number in wrong. I...
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"I can't believe you actually sent Joe a selfie of you waving!" Fionn exclaimed as he and Dotty drove down the motorway following behind Chris and Emma on the way to the port to head to the last set that they would be filming Dunkirk at.
Dotty giggled bringing her legs up into her chest, "I said I was gonna." She leaned her head on her knees.
"You are an absolute wonderment. He thinks you're hot, I slapped him." Fionn told her, glancing at his girlfriend briefly. Dotty rolled her eyes at Fionn's behaviour and stared out of the window. "Penny for you thoughts?"
"I love you, you know that?"
Fionn was so glad that the traffic had stopped otherwise he would potentially have crashed the car.
"What?"
"I love you."
A grin crept onto his face, "I love you too, Dotty."
"Dats niceee..." she smirked making Fionn chuckle.
"Wow, the romance of Mrs Browns Boys." He said pulling away as the traffic began to move again.
"I know right, it's top notch romance."
"The highest of quality."
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Being back with the boys was great. They all caught up with what happened over the couple of weeks of being apart. Of course, that included a lot of teasing towards the happy couple which Harry told the others off for, before joining in himself.
It got to the post where Harry sat between them both and gave them the "birds and the bees talk".
"So always cover the pencil when putting it into the sharpener, but because you are my babies, my little foetus', you won't be doing that anytime soon will you?"
"No dad." They chorused laughing with bright red faces.
"And Fionn will keep his hands north of the equator but south of the U.K?" Harry raised his eyebrows at Fionn.
"Yes, dad." Fionn rolled his eyes, holding Dotty's hand which had stretched behind Harry's back towards Fionn.
"And Dorothy, dearest, his banana and oranges must not be threatened to be separated?"
"Yes, dad."
"And Fionnly, no undressing Dorothy with thy eyes, dirty peasant."
