dear louis; l.s

letter thirteen

dear louis,

i made it. i fucking made it into the next round, do you know how excited i am?

my parents still hate me, haha. but who cares. their loss. (they won't hate me when i'm rich and famous y'know.)

but enough talking about me, how are you? how is life?

i heard you have a game in the next few days, eh. i'm probably going to be there cheering for ya, so don't worry ;)

all the love H. xx