Tuesday, January 15
I woke up, my eye's are so swollen. Waking up seems so hard now, I don't wake up getting good morning kisses or the smell of french toast and eggs. I check my phone, 12:34. 2 missed calls from 'hazza my lovely' I call him back, he answers. "Good morning hazza.." "Good morning lou, are you just waking up my love.. We'll see each other in 365 days keep count. The sooner it is the sooner we can--" "HARRY EDWARD STYLES" "I love you Louis William Tomlinson" "I love you too Harry Edward Styles" "Do you want to eat breakfast with me?" Sure. I said why not the worst that can happen is I cry. We eat breakfast and he says good bye and he'll call me as soon as he could cause he has a pap walk with Olivia. SHIT. I have a pap walk with Eleanor, shit shit shit shit I'm going to get yelled at by management. I get ready, get in my car and get there its in fucking Sheffield. I try to stay away from Eleanor. I get back home and go back to sleep.
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I wake up to Harold calling me, we stay on call for about 2 and a half hour and its already 7:30 so i eat dinner. Alone. 8pm I take a shower. 9pm get a snack. 10pm go to bed crying, again. Who knew i had more tears.
(I'm not a writer I'm not used to this so there are going to be mistakes so please don't be mean I'm trying my best. I'm also coming up with stuff to write as I'm writing it. It may take me some time to write. THERE IS NOT MUCH SMUT BUT ONCE AGAIN I'M THINKING WHILE WRITING. AND I KNOW THESE ARE SHORT IDK HOW TO WRITE I'M SORRY LOVEY'S) <3
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365 days Apart (l.s)
Fanfiction1 year. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 525,600 minutes. 31,536,000 seconds. I have to be without my husband, I need him. I love him.