Not a Diary ➳ LS

Entry Seventy-Five

Entry Seventy-Five:

It got late.

I went home.

Louis was there.

With a mug of tea for me, and one for him as well.

And a little card in his hands with "IM SORRY" scribbled in his messy handwriting.(I have it stuffed in the back pages of my journal for safe keeping.)

He told me he shouldn't have left, that I called him out there to catch up and that it was important to me.

He was right. It was.

And we sat down for Louis-made tea that wasn't decaf so we'd never get to sleep,but neither of us minded. We talked more, avoiding the Nick Subject completely. And under the table I texted the guy with the guitar our address, and waited in between laughs for a knock at the door.

It wasn't going to be ideal, but at least it was going to be.

-Harry xxx