dear louis; l.s

letter nineteen.

dear harry,

i want to give up. i don't like the pressure, its annoying.

"no, louis don't do this."

"don't do that."

the only thing i want to do, is go back home and sleep in my own fucking bed.

i don't wanna play soccer, anymore; and it sucks, because i love it.

a lot of love from brazil (soon england), louis tomlinson.
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this is almost the last chapter (without counting the epilogue+different ending.) :(