My family and friends say I look like Eleanor Calder. I don't see it at all. A lot of people mistake me for her. Which I don't get. I look nothing like her! My family and I were on our way to LA. But now, I am laying down on a couch inside a bus while 5 boys are leaning over me asking me questions. the last thing I remember was washing my hands in the gas station bathroom with another girl. Where am I? I want to go home!

"I love you my beautiful wife." "Shut up, Harry. You're gay and that's that." ~Or~ Harry is married and his wife swears he's in love with Louis. || Ranked: 2nd place in the Popular Larry Stories category of the Bromance Awards ||