Not a Diary ➳ LS

Entry Twenty-Six

Entry Twenty-Six:

Guess who called Louis today and said that they were extremely sorry and that they wished they'd never tried to change what was between them.

Eleanor.

Now guess who's once more a sobbing mess and lying in my childhood bed with pile of used tissues at least a foot high stacked off the ground on the bedside because they don't know what they should do.

That's right, Louis.

(My mum is so worried about him she made chicken soup. Yeah, he's *that* bad.)

And guess who has to go home now because of this fiasco so that their friend can get back together with the ex-girlfriend that doesn't even care about him a single bit just probably wants him for his money.

Me.

Woop de friggin doo.

Before Eleanor, I never saw Lou cry. Ever. He was always there to put your feelings and emotions before his. That's just how he was. Even at the X Factor when he was voted off, he didn't shed a single tear. This girl must really mean a lot to him..

-Harry