Dear Journal,
Now, I know I haven't written in three weeks, but there is good cause. I don't feel a need to write anymore, because now I can speak openly with Harry, my counselor, and my family. I'm sorry that I don't need you much anymore. You really helped me, before, though, so thanks for that. I guess my mum's idea wasn't so stupid, after all.
The special occasion that caused me flip open to this page and write was that Harry told me he loves me.
We had just been cuddled up on the couch at his place, and we were watching a film. I started to fall asleep, but Harry woke me up by speaking. I'll quote it for you, since it is seared into my brain:
"You're cute, you know."
"Thanks. You're too."
"I love you, you know."
"I love you more."
I had responded without even a thought, and Harry had just shook his head, smiling, and kissed me.
It may or may not have turned into a makeout session. You decide.
Louis x
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reality ➸ larry
Fanfiction❝he told me to follow my heart. i told him that my heart goes wherever he does.❞ or; louis has a journal, and a bad sense of telling when something's wrong.
