Dear Louis -_Larry Stylinson Mini Fic_-

September 4th

Dear Louis,

So many people love me.

It' sad, 'cause I only want to be loved by you. That's all I want. I want to have your arm around my waist. I want you lips pressed against mine. I want all of you, soul, body, mind. I just want you, god, I just want you.

Yours is the first face that I saw. I think I was blind before I met you. Now I don't know where I am, I don't know where I've been, but I know where I want to go. And so I thought I'd let you know that these things take forever, I especially am slow but I realize that I need you.

I'm not okay.

I'm gonna pretend that I am.

I can't know why you can't see it. Isn't it written all over my face? I guess I was a better actor then I thought...

I need you. I need us. Even if it's just as a friend, I need you. To lose you completely would be losing myself, because I gave myself to you and trusted you to take care of me.

Well, you didn't.

But that's okay. Because nothing you could say, do, or be would make me love you less.

I love you. Not maybe. Not tomorrow. Not someday. Right now. At this very moment, I've realized something. I need you. I trust you. I admire you. I want you and you can be wrong most of the time, and we can fight and be mad at each other and you can love Eleanor, but nothing, nothing in this world can change the fact that I love you.

Don't you realize what you are to me..and you're always gonna be the love of my life. Everyone else is gonna be second best, there'll never be another you.

I've been really wrong about a lot, but I was right about one thing: to get you into my life, to be around you, to love you.

I want to be everything you need, the every sight you see, the closest thing to epidemic, slightly your disease. A love without a cure, no uncertainties for sure. The closest thing to alcohol that calls you back for more.

But I'm not.

And this hurt it always there, reminding me of it.

Love always,

Harry