A freaky friday contest is being held. The winner gets to be louis for a day. Your the lucky pick ! What all crazy things will you do ? You can use his socials, contacts eveything. 24 hours only, clock is ticking. All the best.
OMG thank you for this ask!!! It’s such a great question! I made up a little scenario that’s part what I would do if I was Louis and part what I wish Louis would do. It has a plot twist at the end!
24 hours… Let’s say the day starts at 7. Here’s my schedule:
7 am: I wake up and freak out because I realize I’m in Louis Tomlinson’s body. It’s momentary because I realize I’m in Louis Tomlinson’s body sooooo… I start exploring said body. I mean, what else would I do??? I’m joined by Mr. O and we have incredible, mind-blowing sex.
9 am: I decide to unleash chaos and post an after-sex selfie on IG. No caption. Just messy hair and glassy eyes. I go on Twitter, change my Twitter bio, unfollow all the larries and tweet "Good morning! Vas happening". Mr. O makes me breakfast in bed. It's really good (he's a great cook), and I have no choice but to thank him in a special way.
10 am: I shower in what I imagine is the biggest shower I’ve ever seen. I wash my beautiful long hair with expensive products that smell divine. I then go to my walk-in closet and spend a lot of time touching and smelling the clothes. I try a lot of different stuff on. I can’t stop looking at myself in the mirror. I admire the penguin tattoo, for probably too long. I settle on wearing my bleached jeans and some soft jumper, preferably red. I take a selfie and send it in a bunch of footballers’ dms. Kun replies "you look good, mate". Mr. O asks why I’m blushing.
11 am: I call the lads and we meet up for lunch at a nice, private pub. We have a lot of fun. I make fun of Oli (lovingly). The hot bartender is flirting with me and I flirt back.
2 pm: I log into my computer and find some old demos. I leak the original LT1 on Soundcloud. My manager calls me to ask what the hell is going on and I tell him he’s fired. Him, the whole team, the PR team, everyone. I put down my phone and go take a walk with the dogs. It’s a beautiful day. I get an iced coffee, I sit on a bench and write down some lyrics ideas. I record some messages for fans with lots of "fank you's".
3 pm: Mr. O picks me up in his super fancy car. We take a drive around London, somewhere with beautiful scenery. We talk and laugh and sing songs on the radio. We park the car somewhere with a nice view and have a snogging session. We talk about the future, about Mr. O’s successful career and my upcoming tour. We take really nice pics, including some silly ones. He lends me his sweatshirt because I'm cold.
4:30: time for some afternoon tea and pastries. I call some friends and family. Play some FIFA on the Xbox. I text James McAvoy and Sam Claiflin, just because I can.
6 pm: footie game with the lads. After the game, all sweaty, I take a picture of me wearing shorts and a headband and post it on IG as a story with the caption: "is it me or it's hot in here?".
7:30 pm: Mr. O picks me up again (he loves taking care of me and I love being driven around). We go back home. He’s been cooking so it smells delicious. The fairy lights are on. Then: Shower. Sex. Supper.
9 pm: the guys from the band arrive to chill and we have a few beers. We jam for a bit, we cover Beautiful War, I get a bit emotional. I do a IG Live of a few songs, without saying anything, because I’m a chaotic king. We drink more beers and talk about music and the upcoming tour. I jokingly flirt with Matt.
11 pm: someone suggest that we go out so we end up in some fancy, exclusive club where I can dance in peace with bald men and/or Mr. O. Lots of fun, alcohol, good songs. Luke joins us and makes me laugh.
2 am: I drunk text footballers and then drunk tweet "I once was in love with one of my bandmates" then 20 minutes later I tweet a picture of Zouis. It’s still early in the US so Zayn actually facetimes me asking what the fuck is going on. He’s smoking a joint on his tractor. We have a conversation that makes no sense but we laugh a lot and promise to meet up soon. I’m super happy. Shots!!! Harry calls to know what’s up with those tweets and I ignore his calls. I go on Spotify and make a playlist called "For Harry" and it’s only one song: Fearless. I block his number.
3 am: Mr. O is tired of my messy ass so he insists on going home but I convince him to stop at McDonald's before. We share a McFlurry and he says he says he's hoping I'll stick around and grow old with him even if he can’t compete with Zayn. I tell him he doesn't have to worry cause Zayn is hot but he's hotter and yes we should get married... but he thinks I’m joking.
4 am: Mr. O tucks me in bed and kisses me goodnight. I barely remember the events of the day but I’m happy. I sleep peacefully in my soft and warm bed.
6 am: Woken up by natural needs (not the right ones), I then proceed to wake up Mr. O to tell him I’m 100% ready to marry him, for realz, and he’s like "ok show me then *wink wink*", so… ya know…. and then he says "that’s all good babe but you’ve forgotten we are already married".
THEN IT’S 6:59 AM SO I WAKE UP.
