This Little Book | larry s. ✅

i: an explanation.

I don't own the songs used within this story, and have no association with any of the artists, the band One Direction and their friends, family and other relations apart from the fact I am a fan.

Any picture used within the book, and the image for the cover are not mine and belong to their original owner. 

The storyline and writing of this story is mine however, and I do not tolerate plagiarism.

Please enjoy the story- this is the first boyxboy story I have ever written. I have no intention of offending anyone.

The external link is of the playlist for this story.

- x -

I’m not quite sure how to start this off- I honestly haven’t a clue. Where do I begin?

Maybe I should begin by explaining… well, this.

This is a little book, filled with my inner most thoughts that I feel like I can’t supress anymore. These feelings are driving me insane, they’re pushing me to such an extent that I feel like I can’t take them anymore.

I feel like I can’t take life anymore.

After telling my mum about how I felt, she advised me on what to do. She told me I need an outlet, a way for me to release these powerful emotions, when I need to the most. She told me I should write to you.

So I’ve got this book. You might be thinking why? What’s the reason behind this state I’m in right now?

It’s you.

It’s you who is driving me insane. It’s you who makes me feel so confused. It’s all completely and utterly you.

Don’t feel guilty though, it’s not your fault that I’ve fallen so deeply for you.

Not that you’ll ever know, I’d never have the courage to tell you, and you’ll probably never read this book, but who knows? Maybe you’ll find this somewhere, or maybe I’ll give it to you on my death bed, if we still know each other by then. Maybe one day, you’ll see my true feelings.

I’ll pretend you will, at least, it’ll bring some sort of comfort to me.

Now I’ve started it, I don’t quite know how to end this. I think the only way that this introduction can be complete is by this statement:

My heart has been stolen by you, Louis William Tomlinson, and you don’t even know it.