Louis-
Harry is really lovely. I always go and watch him play footie. He doesn't know I’m here. That I exist. At least I don't think so. He probably only see’s me like everyone else does, an anorexic, cutting, sad teenager.
Harry-
Louis. Oh Louis. The one I want. The one I need. He’s pretty, adorable, and all of the above. He always come to watch me play football. I don’t mind. I try not to look at him, cause I don’t want him thinking i’m some creep. But when he's not looking, I take in his beauty. Even with the, scars.. he’s still, beautiful.
Louis-
Today me and Harry made eye contact. His meadow-green eyes, met icy cold blue. For a split second, I saw something in his eyes. Love? Fondness? I don’t know. I can’t explain it.
I didn't eat for a whole week, just to look pretty for him. I hope he notices.
