Sweet Sadistic Love (Larry Stylinson)

The Lovely Things

HARRY'S P.O.V

                                    August 16, 2010

Dear Journal,

I'm going to have a rather short entry today because not much has happened except for preparation and sleep. Although I don't get much sleep, thats what has been happening. I don't have much to say except my thoughts about Louis, the golden boy. So maybe I will just do that, it will lift both of our spirits.

I'm going to start out with all of the things I adore. His eyes, his hands, his tummy, his hair, his laugh, his smile, his nose, his personality, and the list could go on. I love every bit of that boy, not love love, I just like his little quirks and features a lot.

Louis' eyes are like the ocean, so blue and deep; although he wears a smile his beautiful eyes show me what he really feels. His petite hands are incredibly soft, I dream about the day I can hold them. That day will be amazing and filled with happiness, real smiles, and laughs. His tummy is so fucking cute, I just want to cuddle with him and draw shapes on it, feeling his skin quiver underneath my soft touch. His hair, oh god his hair, its so soft and hangs perfectly over his forehead. One day I hope to be the one that feels his soft velvet hair against my chest while I cuddle with him and shower him with kisses. I have said this a million times and I will say it a million more, I fucking love his smile and laugh. His smile can make my day, it can clear my heart of pain and my mind of worry. When he smiles, I always hope I'm the reason, even though I'm probably not. His laugh is sweet sounding and music to my ears. I could listen to him laugh all day, his laugh could cure any sickness. He has a small, button nose that I just want to boop. If I had the chance I would probably lick it, teasingly while playing around with him. That would honestly be really cute, just seeing him joke around and act like a five year old once again. Oh god, his personality is gold. Louis is incredibly nice and kind, he is hilarious and has this sarcastic side to him that I love. My favourite thing about Louis' personality is the fact that he isn't afraid to be himself, he isn't afraid to put himself out there in the big world.

Oh! I should probably tell you about what happened a few days ago to Louis. The other day Louis hurt his foot and he had to go to the hospital because he could barely walk on it; this happened when we (the band) were rehearsing for our little performance at Simon's house. We were all so worried about him, we didn't know if it was bad or if he would make it back. I'm pretty sure our stomachs were in knots, the worry in our eyes was painfully  obvious. We waited for about three to four excruciating hours, I never would have though I could worry so much over an injury so small. He eventually made it back and I ran out into his arms, swung him around, and smiled as bright as the sun because my sun had made it back. I know that seems clichè, but its the truth.

I know when I read this later on in life I will probably laugh at my hopeless crushes and loves, but I know I will smile sweetly rememebering these memories. I hope I always keep this journal so I can rememeber these things. They may not seem important now, but I'm almost positive they will later.

Sorry for such a short entry,

bye bye.

Love,

Harry