HARRY'S P.O.V
I walk into the bed room accompanied by Liam and Niall. We have just finished up our game of truth or dare and now we are all going to bed because Louis and Zayn already have.
We walk in the room and the first thing that catches my eye is Louis' bed. There's two people in the bed and Zayn's bed is empty meaning one thing. Louis and Zayn are in bed together. Thoughts ran wild through my head as I made my way to my bed, which is a mattress on the floor beside the bed, on the side Zayn is currently sleeping on. I noticed that Louis and Zayn were cuddling. Jealous would be an understatement. Louis and I were close back in 2010 but as soon as our tour in 2013 started he became distant. I never understood why because he never told me a reason so I let it slide and decided to not ask him about it, hoping he would be back to his old self but it never happened. His amusing jokes didn't return, his sassy remarks never made it to his lips and his vibrant smile was never real. He faked it every time. Everytime. I wish he was close to me again, I really miss him.
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LOUIS' P.O.V
It's 3AM and everyone is sleeping. I walked over to my dresser quietly and took out the key that unlocked the top drawer, the draw that held the journal I wrote my letters in. The journal that is filled with all kinds of random, deep and truthful words. I use it every time I have an anxiety attack to express myself so I can refer to it in the future but this time I find myself turning to the very last page in my book, not to complete the book but to write a different letter. A letter that is addressed to some one other than me. A letter that will never been seen by others willingly but I am writing it anyway. I need to express myself so I picked up the Black ball point pen and placed it onto the white, lined paper.
Harry,
Some say unrequited love is better than none, I guess it is but this time it isn't. Unrequited love comes with hurt and feelings that are never returned, It sucks to say least. It really does. Everyday I wish my name crossed your name, not because I am selfish but because I am hopeful. Hopeful that one day I will be able to live with you again, but that's not all. I have a secret. A secret only Zayn knows about and I am hopeful that one day when this secret gets too much for me to hold in, you will not care. You will not think of me differently and that you will still be here for me, like you always are.
I should give up this battle I am having with my heart but giving up has never been my strong point. You out of all people know I am stubborn and extremely focused so these feelings I get when I am near you keep me focused; Focused on something I may never have...your love.
I guess you can't make your heart feel something that it won't.
You're aways in my heart,
Louis.
I sign my name in clear text then i place all my stationary back into the draw before locking it and putting the key in it's hiding place, behind the mirror. I walk back to the bed and climb in beside Zayn. I snuggle up to him as if I have stirred in my sleep and found comfort in his side. It didn't take long for the sleep I most definitely needed washed over me and I slept through the morning.
