Crazy Little Thing Called Love

The Boy In The Park Or How I Receive A Letter

Hi everyone, just a short chapter for tonight, but I hope you like it anyway. All the love, Summer xxx  P.s A cute Louis photo on the side for you to enjoy ;)

When I walked into the hallway the morning after I had returned from Holmes Chapel, I saw that we had a received a couple of  letters. Most of them were bills which made my stomach churn, but when I looked through them, a letter addressed to me stuck out. Immediately recognising the handwriting, I turned the letter around and opened it with shaking fingers. A piece of paper fell out of the envelope, its lines filled with Louis' familiar handwriting. I picked up and took a deep breath, before I started reading it.

Dear Claire,

I hope you don't mind me writing you. 

I didn't know how to say this, but I know that I had to and it would have been a hell of a text if I had typed all of this, so here is a letter. It's been a while since I have written a proper letter and Lottie, who is visiting at the moment, just walked in on me writing this and decided that I have either gone crazy or am really ill, but I can assure you that I am neither. So, where was I? Oh, yes, now I remember. 

Claire, I know you very well and I know that you are blaming yourself for the breakup and I want you to know that it's not your fault. Let's write this again because you sometimes need to hear these important things twice. ;) This is not your fault. We both made mistakes and we both mutually agreed to go back to just being friends, alright? I still love you very much and I will always love you, in one way or another, but I want you to know that I am not angry at you. I never was and never will be, because a relationship is something between two people, Claire, not one. Two. And you did absolutely nothing wrong.

No one can force feelings for someone else. And you could have stayed with me and you might have fallen in love with me eventually, but it also just could have been a great relationship without you falling in love with me and maybe it's best that we ended things the way we did. Because you deserve the best you can get, Claire, you really do. And in the past few days I have come to realise that this might not be me. Maybe it's someone who you haven't even met. Maybe it's someone you already know. 

Harry is like a brother to me and I know that he never intentionally did anything to sabotage our relationship. He is one of the best people I know and I have seen the way he looks at you, Claire. He looks at you like you are the best thing that has ever happened to him and you are not even his girlfriend. The selfish part of me is slapping me left and right as I am writing this, but if there is the just the slightest chance that you feel something for Harry, something that you maybe didn't feel for me, then please follow your heart and be happy. You deserve it, Claire, and so does Harry. 

I will stay in Los Angeles for a little longer, but I would love to see you again when I'm back in London next month, however, only of course if you would like to see me, too. I miss my weird friend.

Louis xxx

A tear rolled down my cheek and wet the slightly wrinkled piece of paper which was grasped tightly with my shaking hands. He wrote me a letter. And not just any letter, but one of the most beautiful letters I had ever received. I hastily wiped my cheeks and slowly sat down at the kitchen table, the letter still in my hands. "follow your heart and be happy", "He looks at you like you are the best thing that has ever happened to him" My fingers traced his words and I felt like my head was about to explode. Did I like Harry? Did I like him more than as a friends? Could I allow myself to like Harry as more as a friend? Would I be able to handle everything that came along with being Harry's Styles girlfriend?

Shaking my head to clear my mind, I carefully pushed the letter back into its envelope and hid it in the pocket of my hoodie. I needed some time to think. I got up and made my way to my room, the letter in my pocket feeling like a heavier and heavier with every step, its weight pressing down on my lungs, making it unable to breath. Without giving it a second look, I shoved it into my nightstand and before grabbing my wallet, keys and my phone, very happy that I had already taken a shower. Suddenly, the walls of the flat seemed to be closing up on me and I felt like I was suffocating within my four walls. My breathing picked up and I rushed to the front door where I slipped into my boots and coat, before rushing out into the mild spring morning. 

I didn't look where I was going and just kept walking, but my feet automatically carried me to the park. On a lonely bench, which was hidden on behind two big weeping willows, I was finally able to breath again. I rested my head on my knees and just let the tears flow, my body shaking with sobs. After a minute or two, a ball came rolling in my direction and stopped directly in front of me. When I looked up, I saw a little boy running towards me, chasing his ball. When he saw my tear-stained cheeks, he stopped and shot me a shy glance. 

"Are you alright?" he asked me, and hesitantly crouched down to pick up his ball. "Yes, yes, I'm fine." I tried to reassure him, but he didn't seem to believe me. "But you're crying." he pointed out and scrunched up his nose, obviously confused. "I'm just very happy." I told him with a small smile and wiped my face with my sleeve. "You don't look happy though." he commented with a frown, now safely holding the ball in his small hands. "I'll be alright, don't worry about me, kiddo." I assured him with a warm smile, this time making sure that it reached my eyes. After a few seconds, he nodded. "You should go and cuddle with someone. Cuddling always makes me feel better." he said with a shy smile and after a small wave, he turned around and disappeared between the trees just as fast as he had appeared in the first place.