“All she did was love your band. And you used her, all of you! You used her and threw her away! She almost died last night while you were with Bob Dylan. You guys, you’re always talking about the fans, the fans, the fans; she was your biggest fan, and you threw her away.”
Summary: It had all been so normal, until suddenly it wasn’t. Hell, Liam had been nervous. It seemed ridiculous now – to be worried about proposing when there were much more pressing things to be distressed about. Like time travel, for instance.
(Or, the one where 2010 Zayn pays a visit to the present, and Liam and Zayn aren’t sure how to deal with it. Until they are.)
“That’s a poor match, Sean Kendrick,“ says a voice at my elbow. It’s the other sister from Fathom & Sons, and she follows my gaze to Puck. “Neither of you are a housewife.” I don’t look away from Puck. “I think you assume too much, Dory Maud.” “You leave nothing to assumption,” Dory Maud says. “You swallow her with your eyes. I’m surprised there’s any of her left for the rest of us to see.”