Not a Diary ➳ LS

Entry Twenty-Eight

Entry Twenty-Eight:

We go back to the studio tomorrow.

Louis has spent all this time just moping around and crying and Im taking care of him and doing everything I can to help him and go out of my way in doing so and make him realize that I'm always there for him, more so than I was before! And he doesn't even thank me! What is that??

Am I just a random person to him? Like that one kid at school you don't know the name of?

I'm so freaking tired of putting him first and gaining absolutely nothing for myself.

Maybe that's what friends do? Hmm?

Well maybe they also apologize for taking you away for your mum and sister to deal with their own problems, yeah? And maybe they thank you for following them in every decision you make even if it couldn't have a sliver of positive effect for you? Or, ya know, maybe if you said "hey buddy, I'd stand in front of a moving train to save you" they'd say "gee man, you're the best!Thank you so much" because who wouldn't say thanks to that?

Who bloody wouldn't?

Louis William Tomlinson, that's who.

-Harry