Letter To My Lover [L.S]

11 months and 28 days

Dear Harry,

I couldn't really believe you addressed me with that name. Little Peter pan? Seriously? You know I hate it don't you, you giant Ralph?

Anyways, we had parents teacher meeting last Tuesday. It was fucking amazing. I was so nervous at first. I even called Zayn over to give me some motivational speech, it helped a little but he doesn't know how to calm me down like you do my love. But I guess having someone with me brought me a sense of calm of some kind. Anyways, the parents were super nice. They complimented me a lot. Like a lot. Even the kids said I was their favorite teacher ( I might have won them over by feeding them candy). My cheeks were really hurting from smiling so big. It was the best feeling ever. And now I think I can definitely do this job. I know it is stupid, meetings like these would be happening alot, but I still went out with the boys to celebrate.

My love, I also do miss our evening walks. They were the best part of our day. Getting to feel the wind in my hair and admire how beautiful you would look in the golden hour, all delicate and beautiful, my Harry. I wish I could have been there with you to see the sunset if it is as amazing as you say. I would do anything to feel your warm hand in mine, and walk side by side with you. Oh and you finally get to have a helicopter ride mister? Was it anything like they show in the movies? I bet it would have been even more good. And oh by the way, my cooking isn't that bad! That was the first time and it wasn't my fault that you didn't tell me how to set the timer of the oven. It would have not burnt if it wasn't for you! Oh, well let me tell you if you think that was a good and daring adventure then you have more coming your way because my love I have started cooking now. Since you are not here to cook for me now, I have to do it myself, so prepare yourself for it.

Niall teaches music in our school. He is really amazing at it. Sometimes watching him play reminds me of you. How you would play us guitar at ridiculous hours of night, laying in my lap. Your soft strum of guitar would always end up in one of children's poem beat. Oh how I miss those times. 11 months and 28 days till we do these things again.

Waiting for you to come back,
Louis.
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