Flowers | louis

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Emily,

I saw that you liked the flowers I left at your locker today.

I liked how you smiled.

I love your smile, because it means that you're happy. Your eyes would glisten and your cheeks would turn slighty red.

If only you knew that I was the one who gave it.

I heard your friend asking you about the flowers too.

And in that moment, I became more furious at myself for not having the guts to give them to you in person.

Because maybe I'm afraid of rejection.

I'm afraid that I won't be good enough. Besides, I'm not clearly your type.

You like muscular team captains and popular casanovas,

While I'm an underdog. A gust of wind. An invisible human being.

I'm no one.

But I wish you would know how much I like you.

Love,

Louis

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a/n

hello lovely people :)

Even when no one is commenting or voting, I still believe that there are a few who are reading this and for that, I thank you x

You're all pretty and beautiful :)

DEDICATING THIS CHAPTER TO MULLINGRS BECAUSE HER BOOK VITREOUS IS JUST AMAZING AND SHE'S AMAZING AS WELL SO YEAH

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