Not a Diary ➳ LS

Entry Fifty-Seven

Entry Fifty-Seven:

I woke up in my bed.

Had this all been a dream?Had I never kissed Louis?Was this a good thing? Was it bad? Why was there ice on my head?

I sat there for a while, pondering my situation from top to bottom.

Nothing made sense.

I heard a small set of footsteps, and a creak of my bedroom door.

Louis came in and told me Id fallen, slipped, and hit my head on the coffee table.

That sounded unfortunate.

I asked as if I was okay because I honestly wasn't sure, and he said that I was fine but he was more confused than he'd been in a long time.

He went to go away, and I stopped him. I asked if Id kissed him, and if it had just been a dream. Kind of straight-forward, I know but I couldn't stand to keep it to myself.

He said if it had been a dream it'd been the best one he'd ever had.

-Harry xx