Tbh, I don't know what this chapter should be called but... Angel With A Shotgun was last part, but I decided to do an epilogue for ya And its basically Louis writing in his diary, okay? Okay, lol hehe please enjoy and vote.☺
Vulnerable//
Share with me the blankets you're wrapped in, because it's cold outside, cold outside, its cold outside,
Share with me the secrets that you kept in, because it's cold inside, cold inside, it's cold inside.
And your slowly, shaking fingertips, show, that you're scared like me so, let's pretend we're alone. And I know you may be scared, and I know unprepared, but I don't care.
Tell me, tell me, what makes you think that you're invincible?
I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure, please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's Vulnerable, impossible.//
Dear Diary,
Lately, I've been zoning out in the middle of conversations with people, I've been distant and cold towards people especially; him. I mean, I just can't control myself. I feel so unwanted, I feel so needy, needy for his warm blooded heart. Even though he says his heart is broken, somehow I know there is still a vain pumping with blood in his heart. It's not completely shattered, it's just he feels so numb. Despite all his little break downs, his curiosity and jealousy, his acne (Which I have to say, I fucking love. Cause that's the true definition of perfection.) Anyways, sometimes I wanna stab him in his neck, and then sometimes I wanna kiss and cuddle him. My kiss would mend his broken heart and embrace his soul. Baby, I loved you first, had my chances, could've been where he is standing. And that's what hurts the most, boy I came so close, and now you'll never know. Baby I loved you first. Baby I loved you first. Harry, I loved you first.
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Dear Diary
FanfictionDear Diary, Sometimes, I start to wonder what would've happened if I didn't audition. Louis is always telling me not to worry, he would've found me anyways.
