Lots of Love [l.s. AU]

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Dear Harry Styles,

You don't know me.

I barely know me.

But I know you. I know your smile, and the way your eyes crinkle in the sides when you're super happy. I know your laugh, the way your curly, luscious hair bounces when you walk. I know your emerald eyes that shine brighter than my future, and your pink, plump lips that I could kiss for ages. Your toned muscles, your wonderful thighs. And I know your tattoos. I even have some to match yours. I got the dagger.

I know how you hang out almost every single day with your best friends Liam and Zayn. I know that they like each other (although I'm not really even sure that they know that...) and I know that you're dating that guy, Michael. But you probably guessed that I knew that already, considering I've practically described every single microscopic detail of your life so far. But there's more. I know your birthday, your sister's and parents names, your favorite movie, which is such a sap by the way, all of your songs, and so much more. 

Don't say that I'm using you, but you're going to be my diary, if that's okay? I don't even know why I'm asking because it's not like you'll actually read this. Never in a million years. But anyway before I was so rudely interrupted by myself, you will be my diary. And, because I'm a polite person, I will ask you about your day and your pop-star life, even though I'm not even the slightest bit 

Lots of love,

Louis Tomlinson