Melanifique

An Invincible Summer (E, 45K)

by Brookyn_Babylon / @twopoppies

Never content to stay in one place for long, a few months down south researching for his novel seemed like an idyllic, slow-paced summer to Louis. He wasn’t ready for the blistering heat, the backbreaking work of watermelon picking, or how stifling the attitudes in rural Georgia would feel. And he definitely hadn’t anticipated falling in love with the farmer’s son.

The summer of 1946 would turn out to be everything worth writing about.

I hope there won't be any paparazzi.

I don't want to see photos of the boys in such a context.

I also hope there won't be any empty influencers taking selfies or click-baiting stories to feed their meaningless ig.

I hope the boys can be themselves without monitoring their attitude.

I hope Liam can at least at his funeral be free of the worst of the industry.

I hope that at his farewell he will be seen as a human and not a product.

People should focusing on changing the industry so we don’t see another case like Liams, NOT trying to prove he was murdered by Maya, Roger or who else they suspect. If something criminal happened an investigation will find out, people on Twitter don’t need to play FBI.

Sorry, just needed to get that of my chest!

Brit anon, I can't really tell for your tone if you know the reasons behind Freddie Reign being such a massive joke and is just trying to pin it on "it's a usual name" and "just a coincidence" or if you actually have no idea about the context. But I will explain it anyway because there's no such thing as a coincidence with this name, love. And I don't know what blogs you've been reading but no one is saying Freddie Reign wouldn't be a name any Brit would pick. This could be the most popular name in Britain but we're talking about context and what these two names represent together for Louis Tomlinson.

As you may know, throughout 2015 we were presented with the rainbow bears. But RBB wasn't the first name given to the bear, it was previously known for Freddie Mustache among other variations of the name, for the resemblance with Freddie Mercury.

As months went by, they gave us dozens of queer icons and references, and the Freddie Mercury/Queen references were always there, over and over. Probably the most important reference actually, considering RBB never let go of the combo mustache+glasses. That's Freddie Mercury's very recognizable brandTM

But they really kept the references coming, from the Hollywood walk of fame, profile pictures, dumb puns (*cough* harry) to even movies from RBB's collection

(Meanwhile SBB was out there shading his fake baby)

Still in 2015, FIMQ was a well known larrie, very very popular for making Larry videos on youtube. FIMQ = Freddie is my queen, a play of words because of the fact that Freddie was from the band Queen.

This is BEFORE Freddie Reign was born. The bears spent the entire year of 2015 and early 2016 talking about Freddie Mercury. To only a few weeks after this picture

FREDDIE REIGN was born.

FIMQ = Freddie is my Queen

Freddie Mercury, from the band Queen

Freddie Reign, are you kidding me????

Plus, look at the picture! It's literally right there under everyone's noses:

Freddie Mercury: The Definitive Biography Myths, Lies, and Downright Stupid Hotel Babylon Mercury and Me

Under it we have "QU", probably something else Queen related and again a crown.

Before Freddie Reign was even born.

They're spelling Freddie, Queen, baby and lies all in the same sentence here. It couldn't possibly exist a most fitting name for this fake parenthood after everything RBB and SBB gave us.

Sending lots of love ❤️❤️❤️

LIAM PAYNE MEMORIAL (for now)

Europe:

🇬🇧 London | October 20 - 2pm | Hyde Park

🇬🇧Liverpool | October 19 - 2pm | Docks on keel wharf bridge

🇬🇧 Glasgow | October 20 - 2pm | Sir Walter Scott Statue in George Square

🇬🇧 Manchester | October 20 - 6pm | Cathedral Gardens

🇬🇧 Birmingham | October 20 - 4pm | Chamberlain Square

🇧🇪 Brussels | October 19/20 - 2pm | Parc de Bruxelles

🇫🇷 Paris | October 20 - 2pm | Jardins des Tuileries

🇩🇪 Munich | October 20 - 3pm | Olympiahalle

🇪🇸 Madrid | October 20 - 3pm | Plaza de Santa Ana

🇸🇪 Stockholm | October 19 - 6pm | Svartensgatan 8

🇵🇹 Lisbon | October 27 - 6pm | Meo Arena, Oriente

🇮🇹 Milan | October 20 - 3pm | Piazza Duomo

🇺🇸 US:

Newark - Delaware | October 19 - 4pm | Glasgow Park

NYC | October 19 - picnic* at 11am and another event at 6pm | Washington Square Park

*Picnic RSVP : https://partiful.com/e/2WoJi0Onf8jWijlyFU8E

Chicago | October 19 - 2pm | Gather at Grandmother’s Garden outside of Lincoln Park Zoo

Los Angeles | October 19 - 4:30pm | La Cienaga** Park in Beverly Hills

**RSVP : https://partiful.com/e/P5qPcaZkgLizNYhzP0mm

South-America:

🇧🇷 São Paulo | October 27 - 2pm | Parque Ibirapuera

Oceania:

🇳🇿 Auckland | October 20 - 2pm | Freyberg Square

🇦🇺 Sydney | October 20 - 11am | Hyde Park (Memorial fountain)

Asia:

For a man I don't know and who doesn't know me.

But for a man who was once a boy full of light and hope.

For a boy who was a member of a wonderful band.

For a boy who made songs that are the soundtrack of my life. Even if I'm a little too old for a lambda 1d fan.

Because I only realize now, several hours later. And surely because I understand once again that artists whose songs we love are in fact a part of us.

A little of us goes with him.

I hope he finds peace no matter where he is now…

He’s a part of a story nobody can explain. Story of our lives.

Video credits here

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Britpicking is a good thing.

You don't have to justify why you like a canon/pairing/trope/kink. Sometimes navel gazing is fun, but you don't have an obligation to explain yourself, especially to strangers. I share the overwhelming desire to refute an unfair accusation, but the people accusing you are rarely doing so in good faith, so you're batting a losing wicket.

I'm not your Mum. (Well, okay, a very few of you can call me Mum or Mom, but if you are one of them you already know who you are ❤️)

Not sure this is what you’ve wanted, but… I was in the mood for something emotional, so this happened ! Not betaed, so you can keep all the mistakes and typos you find :D 

—–

Louis opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. His heart was rabbiting in his chest, and he was panting. The images of Harry, head hung low, blood dripping from his chin, skin cold — they slowly vanished in front of his eyes. 

Groaning, Louis sat up, his hands sweaty and shaking. He looked at Harry who lay next to him, still sound asleep. Carefully, he tucked a curl behind Harry’s ear, letting his fingers linger. Harry’s skin was warm, dry, his hair soft. 

Louis slipped out from under the duvet and quietly left the bedroom. He closed the door, leaving Harry to his peaceful sleep. 

In the kitchen, Louis filled a glass with water, gulping it down in one go. His hands were still shaking, his arms covered in goosebumps.

He had expected the dreams to come back. After all, the anniversary of their accident was coming up. With it being the same day as Liam’s birthday, it was easy to pretend it had never happened. They just focused on going to Liam’s party, spending the day with all their friends. No one had to think about that God-awful day seven years ago. 

He stared out of the window, blinking away the tears, swallowing them back down. It wasn’t always easy to forget for Louis. The dreams had become so much less since he’d got Harry back in his life, but they still came back in times of stress. 

Louis had known they’d come, the way he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the accident in the past few days. That he had known, however, didn’t make it any easier to deal with the dreams, though. 

Dreams, flashbacks, memories. Louis wasn’t even sure anymore what they were. It was all mixed together when he slept, overwhelming him with a feeling of being powerless, of anxiety, and fear. 

He jumped a little when suddenly, arms wound around his waist, pulling him against a warm body. His shoulders relaxed, the tension in his back dissolving. 

“Hey,” Harry murmured, kissing Louis’ shoulder. “You’re shaking.”

Louis lifted one hand to touch Harry’s face. “Did I wake you up?” 

Harry ignored Louis’ question, resting his chin on Louis’ shoulder instead. “Your skin is cold, baby.” 

“Is it?” Louis blinked his eyes rapidly to get rid of every proof for his little breakdown. 

“Lou.” Harry gently turned him around, expression becoming soft when he looked at Louis’ face. “Don’t act like I wouldn’t know.” 

Louis couldn’t bear it, so he let his gaze linger on Harry’s bare chest. “I’m good.” 

“You’ve had nightmares again.” Harry ran a hand up Louis’ back to his nape. “Don’t shut me out.” 

Giving up, Louis let his head fall forward, burying his face against Harry’s neck. 

“I’ve been thinking about it, too.” Harry pressed his lips against Louis’ temple, voice quiet. “I know it’s been haunting you.” 

“I keep seeing it over and over again.” Louis let Harry sway him and closed his eyes. “I keep losing you.” 

Harry swallowed thickly, his hand stopping its movement in Louis’ hair. He drew back and took Louis’ hands, pulling him over to one of the chairs standing at their kitchen table. Louis ended up in Harry’s lap, and Harry put a finger under Louis’ chin to make him look at Harry. 

“I’m right here, Louis.” Harry drew him in, gently kissing Louis’ lips. 

Louis sighed, relaxing into the kiss. He wound his arms around Harry’s neck, taking everything in. The way Harry tasted at three in the morning, the warmth of his hands on Louis’ waist, his heart beating steadily against Louis’ chest. 

“What can I do?” Harry asked quietly when they broke the kiss. “I hate seeing you like this.” 

Louis leaned his forehead against Harry’s, looking into his eyes. “This is just fine.” 

“You gotta talk to me, Lou.” It felt like a secret whispered in the dimly lit kitchen. “This can’t go on.” 

Of course it couldn’t. Louis knew that even if Harry didn’t remember the day, he was aware of it, too. He had his own demons to fight. 

“I don’t just wanna be there after you’ve gone through hell.” Harry still kept his voice quiet, as if he didn’t want to scare Louis away. “I wanna stop those nightmares from haunting you.” 

“You can’t.” Louis closed his eyes, framing Harry’s face with his hands. “You’re doing enough by being here, Harry. They got so much less since I’ve got you back.” 

Harry pulled Louis even closer. “If it’s enough, why won’t they stop?” 

Louis wanted to tell him that the memories couldn’t be so easily erased. It felt like a bitterly ironic thing to say, given their situation. “I told you, they’ll never completely stop.” 

“You also told me you’d let me in.” 

Biting his lip, Louis opened his eyes again. 

“I’ve known you were struggling with it over the past few days. And then you just sneak out on me when you have a nightmare, when I’d be right there next to you to comfort you.” Harry’s brows knitted together, his lips pursed in a pout. “That’s not the deal we had.” 

“I know.” Louis forced himself to hold Harry’s gaze. “What am I supposed to say, Harry?” 

“The truth,” Harry requested. 

That stood between them for a moment, weighing heavily over their heads. 

“When I close my eyes,” Louis whispered, voice feeling raw in his throat, “I’m back in that moment. That fear takes over, making me feel paralised and powerless. Touching you, but being unable to do anything.” 

Harry exhaled on a shuddery breath. “You won’t ever have to feel like that again.” 

“I know.” Louis smiled slightly. “But I did then, and I can’t overcome that so easily. Not when it’s about you.” 

“Lou.” Harry kissed him again, his hands gripping Louis’ waist tighter. “I love you.” 

“I know,” Louis replied, thumbs caressing Harry’s cheeks. “That actually helps a lot.” 

Harry chuckled quietly. “Seriously. Talk to me when you get scared.” 

“I will.” Louis let go of Harry’s face to put his head on Harry’s shoulder. “I’m still getting used to the fact that I don’t have to deal with this alone.” 

“Okay.” Harry pressed his lips against Louis’ forehead. “And wake me up when you have a bad dream. Let me be there for you.” 

Louis nuzzled into Harry’s hold. “It’s not always easy to let you see me like this,” he admitted. 

Harry hummed quietly. “I know. There’s no one else you can trust showing that part of you to, though. I can take it, Louis. I can handle it.” 

A light from outside illuminated the kitchen for a moment. Water dripped from the tap, cutting through the silent room. Louis closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed – but not like he had before. He was overwhelmed by something much warmer, gentler, kinder. 

“I’ll find you,” Harry reminded him, the words whispered into Louis’ hair. “Even in those nightmares.” 

Inhaling deeply, Louis let go, knowing that Harry was right. 

Even if the nightmares were coming back, Harry was going to be there, too, pulling Louis into his reality. He was going to hold Louis and let him be weak in the safety of their home. Harry was going to be there when Louis got haunted by the past he couldn’t shake. 

“I’ll find you,” Harry repeated, feathery touches running over Louis’ body as morning stirred outside. 

ooooh, that one!! I may have gone a bit overboard with that one! 

——

Harry frowned at the bloke chatting up Louis. 

They hadn’t been together for a long time, only a couple months, but Harry could tell when Louis wasn’t comfortable. He was bubbly and loud, always having some kind of joke ready to make everyone around him laugh. Harry was completely enchanted by Louis’ charme and his bright personality.

That’s why he knew that Louis wasn’t comfortable around the guy talking to him right now. Harry slowly spun his pint glass between his palms, watching from where he was seated at the bar while Louis plastered a fake smile onto his face. He had no idea why he was sitting here by himself, perfectly capable of making Louis smile genuinely, drawing the most beautiful laughs from him, and Louis was over there at one of the tables, pretending to smile. 

It should be a crime, really. 

After another five or ten minutes, Louis finally came back, the glass in his hands empty. 

“Sorry,” he said when he leaned against the bar counter and set the glass down, gesturing for the bartender to order another one. “That was– um.” 

Harry tilted his head, glancing over to the table where the bloke sat with his friends. He had one arm slung over the back of his chair, his expression cocky. Harry didn’t think he looked particularly good, or friendly for that matter. 

“A friend?” Harry asked, turning back to Louis. “Why didn’t you introduce me.” 

“He’s not a friend, no.” Louis handed the bartender five quid when he placed another pint in front of Louis. He didn’t look at Harry when he put away his loose change. “An ex.” 

He’d said it so quietly Harry almost didn’t catch it. His gaze wandered back to the bloke, and he wasn’t able to suppress the images of Louis next to him, with him, touching him. It was irritating. 

“I just thought it’d be stupid to act like I don’t know him.” Louis drank from his pint. “I don’t want to introduce you, though.” 

Harry looked at Louis. “Bad break-up?” 

Louis shook his head. “Not really. Just. Not my best judge of character. I don’t want you to think I’m anything like him. Or… I don’t know. He’s just not the nicest person.” 

“Wow, you’re ashamed of your ex,” Harry realised. He reached out to touch Louis’ hand. “I hope you’ll never be ashamed of me when we’re exes.” 

Louis wiggled his fingers until he could lace them with Harry’s. He bit his lip and then finally looked at Harry. “I hope we’ll never be exes.” 

Harry’s stomach flipped and his heart skipped a beat. He felt his cheeks flush with heat. 

Just as he was about to lean in, Louis’ ex came over, startling them apart, as he threw an arm around Louis’ shoulders. 

“Lou, babe,” he said, but his eyes fell onto Harry. “We’re moving on to the next pub. You and your friend wanna come?” 

Calling Louis nicknames was something Harry hadn’t advanced to yet. It made his inside burn with jealousy. 

Harry watched with a frown as Louis tried to squirm away. “No, thanks, Aiden.” 

Aiden. Harry raised a brow at him, arms crossed in front of his chest. This bloke had just ruined the sweetest moment of their relationship so far. “Mate, I think he doesn’t like you touching him like that.” 

Aiden clicked his tongue, staring at Harry coldly while he pulled Louis closer again. “I can assure you that Louis here loves when I touch him. Made him scream. Beg for it,” he added with a wink.

Harry’s stomach turned again, but this time the feeling wasn’t positive. 

“Aiden, stop it.” Louis pushed him off, stepping closer to Harry. “Just leave.” 

“We could leave your unfunny friend here behind and just…” Aiden pointed to the toilet doors, wiggling his brows at Louis. “Have some fun, you know.” 

Harry snorted out a laugh. He pulled Louis in, between his legs and against his chest. Louis tensed for a second, but then he relaxed and rested one hand on Harry’s thigh. 

“Mate, you probably didn’t get the message.” Harry left one arm slung around Louis’ waist, his other arm resting on the counter, hand around his glass. “He broke up with you. I don’t think it was as good as you think it was.” 

“Well, you would know that he’s not all that good.” Aiden laughed, gesturing at them. “Wouldn’t you?” 

Louis was quiet, but his fingers curled into a fist over Harry’s knee. Harry inhaled, trying to keep his calm, but he couldn’t. Not when this dickhead was not only insulting Louis, but making assumptions about their relationship – which was completely out of line. 

“You know what?” Harry lifted his pint, gulping down half of it. “Apparently you don’t understand it the kind and civilised way. So let me make it clear. Fuck off.” 

Without a warning, he poured the rest of his pint down Aiden’s front. 

Louis gasped and Aiden squealed, jumping back. 

“What the fuck?” Aiden stared down his front, dripping all over the floor. “Are you nuts?” 

“Just stay away from my boyfriend.” Harry tightened his grip around Louis, enjoying seeing Aiden’s friends laughing their heads off. 

They came over and pulled Aiden with them, making jokes about him as they left the pub with him. 

Louis turned in Harry’s arms, leaning his hip against one of Harry’s legs. His eyes were wide and he tilted his head, his brows arched. “Okay.” 

Harry bit his lip, realising what he had just done and how Louis could take it. “I just— He pissed me off so much.” 

“You’re jealous.” Louis’ face didn’t show whether he liked it or hated it. He just stated it like a fact. “You have some jealousy issues.” 

“Not usually.” Harry kept his hand on Louis’ waist. “Please don’t talk about how I was a possessive, jealous freak when I’m your ex.” 

Louis laughed at that, eyes gleaming as he lifted his hand to touch Harry’s face. He looked fond when he shook his head. “We’ll never be exes.” 

Harry exhaled, pulling Louis closer with his arms around Louis’ waist. Louis framed Harry’s face with his hands. “So I have a free pass to spill my drink over every guy who just looks your way?” 

Laughing again, Louis kissed him, fingertips soft against Harry’s cheeks. His lips were warm, and his laugh tasted like sunshine. Harry never wanted to be without that laugh. 

“I think once is enough.” Louis rested his hands on Harry’s shoulders as he sat down on Harry’s lap. “You’d spoil the effect if you did it everytime.” 

Harry hummed, taking Louis’ glass to drink from his pint. “Okay. Got it.” 

Louis took the glass from him, drinking, too. “One thing is for sure, though.” 

“And that is?” Harry wanted to know.

Grinning, Louis patted Harry’s chest, bringing his lips close to Harry’s ear. A shiver ran through Harry as Louis whispered, his breath ghosting over Harry’s skin. Harry loved how weak Louis made him with every touch. 

So…

I find a list…

And obviously, on this list, there's L@rry (which for me isn't a ship, but never mind... that's not the point).

Of course I wasn't expecting nice comment, larries are proven punching bags, responsible for global warming, for wars... I know it and you know it.

And yet, while I m pride on having distanced myself (for my own sanity), on not even being a big fan at all of current TM images of my favs, on the fact that nothing can get to me in this fandom (we've been through it all), the comment below annoys me:

I know it's the typical image that l@rries may have, I'm not coming out of my cave today.

I also know that this fandom can be very, very toxic and excessive.

But :

What did the larries technically do?

Apart from seeing something that is/was obvious?

Apart from loving two artists unconditionally, going against the grain of the heterosexual normalization that was still ultra-prevalent in the early days of the group?

Did larries invent larry? I don't think so.

All this reminds me of a few Tumblr posts by people who are much more eloquent than I am in English (which is not my usual language, as you may have gathered).

Did larries invent these little things that weren't meant to be seen? ⬇️

were larries the ones who forced Louis to wear an H shirt to his long-awaited live show? ⬇️

Were larries the ones who forced mega star Harry Styles to dress up as Danny Zuko? This movie which is the favorite of his ex-colleague, whose name we mustn't mention so as not to awaken evil larries?

Yes Grease :

The list would be so long, a book…

So I know there's some L@rry baiting to be done, especially among work relatives and family (for example, and far from exhaustive, the Kardalinson sisters to whom no attention should be paid, but also Pleashit, the brand for which HS is the billboard)

But I'll never accept that anyone could say that Larries hurt Larry.

A ship with your co-star / colleague is no big deal.

I was talking about it the other day with Resse...

And don't tell me that if two politicians can laugh about a ship, Couldn't Two Singers do the same? (Unless they're in the closet... or unless they're two homophobic jerks?)

I'll end by saying that Larry isn't a ship anyway ⬇️

I just came across this opening scene from Harry’s POV from the abandoned sequel to The Second Hand Unwinds. It’s not betaed or edited, but I figured why not. @infinitelymint brought up TSHU at the right (or wrong?) time today lol and I went looking. So… picking up right before Louis leaves:

COMPLETELY AGREE.

There

are

a MILLION

moments

that

we

were

never

supposed

to

see

Louis has once again shown why I've pretty much stopped interacting with anything related to him. He creates drama within the fandom and gives ammunition to solo louies, antis, and everyone who hates us to ramp up their harassment and death threats. He knows what the fuck he's doing. He's a grown fucking man. For someone who says he's so appreciative of his fanbase, so in touch with us, and lurks quite often, he has shown that he is completely out of touch with larries, but also that he doesn't give two fucks that he's basically telling his unhinged, hateful solo fans that it's open season on larries.

Louis is almost 32 years old, and this shit is just unacceptable. Stop treating him with kid gloves. Stop acting like he's made of glass, and anything that isn't praise will shatter him. I hate comparing the boys, but I'm tired of the fucking hypocrisy among larries. If Harry was out here doing this shit the majority of you would hold him accountable for his actions. Start holding him accountable. For unnecessarily bringing up Fr*ddie. For being mean-spirited towards larries in a dm to a fan. For literally taking a question about chicken and using it to push the narrative that we're crazy and probably causing a lot of hate to be sent to that fan due his response. Have the same energy for calling them both out when/if they do something wrong. Stop being hypocrites.

I know Louis will never read this, but I have to get it off of my chest. I'm writing the rest of it as if he would read it.

Louis,

Larries have stood by you and Harry since day one, and yet you take any opportunity you can to throw obvious shade at us, or just outright say shitty things about us. You know what you're doing. So, do you want us here or not? If not, stop pointing at Larry related things at your shows. Stop singing a song where Larry is literally the FIRST word of the song. Stop putting obvious references to you and Harry in your music. Don't use artwork that obviously references Larry on Spotify canvases. Don't center part of the promo for your album around fans finding locations around the world that just so happen to have Larry references around those locations. Stop bringing up the chicken wrapped in parma ham story. Don't leak a song that so obviously is about you and Harry seeing Ed in Manchester. I mean, I'm sure my fellow Larries could add to this as the list goes on and on. If you want us here, please stop adding fuel to the Larrie hate train because it's incredibly hurtful to so many of us who love and support you.

I don't know, maybe you need a reminder...

Who do you think stood by you and fought for you during 1D? Larries.

Who picked up on how loud you and Harry were being & the obvious hints you both were dropping?Larries.

Who has fought like hell for you since the beginning? Larries.

Who stood by you when 1D went on hiatus and you had a hard time starting your solo career? Larries.

Who picked up on the very obvious blacklisting of you and your music? Larries.

Who made gift baskets and sent them to radio stations across the US & UK to promote you and your music on their own dime? Larries.

Which fans were buying dozens, and some hundreds, of copies of FITF to give to fans who couldn't afford your album? Larries.

Who collectively bought hundreds, if not thousands, of copies for other fans, like I mentioned above, helping FITF debut at #2 on Billboard's Top Album Charts, your first solo #1 UK album, and the #1 spot on the Worldwide iTunes Album Charts? Larries.

Who makes your concerts a safe space for fans? Larries.

Who creates the beautiful rainbow projects and brings rainbow flags? Larries.

I'm not pointing these things out as some weird way to keep score or to say that you owe us, but the least you could do is show us respect. We love you. We support you. We see you for the beautiful human being you are. We root for you. We want to see you succeed. We want to see you happy. And we want to see you free - whatever that looks like to you.

Ehm. Wasn’t me who said Harry’s first crush was Louis Tomlinson. Wasn’t me who said Louis was a great boyfriend that treated Harry really well. Wasn’t me who said yes when someone asked are you and Louis dating. Wasn’t me who said I’d marry you Harry. Wasn’t me who said we kind of share that really. Also wasn’t me who sang I can’t compete with my boyfriend he’s got 27 tattoos. Also wasn’t me who made them get all the complimentary tattoos. Again wasn’t me making Louis caress Harry when he thought no one could see. Was their privacy in jeopardy because of the crazy schedule constantly under the public eye? Yes. Did the constant public scrutiny hurt them? Probably. Is that my fault. No. Did they encourage people to support them? That’s debatable but I have my reasons to be quite convinced they did. If you disagree with that, fine. But honestly, if Louis wanted to find a way to kill the rumours, he could have found a better way than chicken wrapped in Parma ham stuffed with mozzarella with a side of home made mash. That’s such a classic. He hadn’t even met Eleanor then.