Louis’ POV
I got back from Vanessa’s seeing a box sitting at my door. I bent down, picking it up and reading the small letter.
Dear Louis
Another gift for you, it symbolises love, right?
-Secret admirer .xx
A short one this time, I opened the box, gasping as I did so. Lying there among silk was a perfect rose it looked freshly picked, did I mention it was red? This person was right, red roses do symbolise love. Did he love me? Or she? I picked it up out of the box, holding it up I was soon disappointed as I soon found it was fake.
But hey there lay another note.
I chose a fake one as it will never die, just like my love for you Louis .x
I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or be scared. Harry never did this sort of thing for me, but this person was showing a real interest in me. I looked down to the promise ring I gave Harry before he left.
I hope he had kept it. With all my heart I hoped he had.
But I was going to see it for myself this Wednesday at 8:30, I had made sure there were no other plans and I was going to see him for real this time. But maybe I didn’t want him to see me, I just wanted to know if he had kept the ring or not.
***
I took a spot in the crowd, near the back with a beer in my hand.
I watched the manager come up.
“Sorry anyone for the inconvenience, but Harry Styles will not be singing tonight, I do apologise, but he could not make it” the manager spoke.
Bitch.
No! I was going to start fuming. Where was he?! This is Bullshit! I was so frustrated, I had everything planned out, and he wasn’t turning up tonight.
I stormed out of the club, walking home as I didn’t want to talk to anyone, I took the long way home, stopping by the park just to try and skid small rocks across the lake’s surface.
I eventually got tired and returned home to go to sleep.
***
Over the next few weeks I had received more little gifts, collecting more fake roses and some real ones.
I did get the chance to see Harry perform and I did see the ring on his hand, but I was too scared to go up and talk to him and also the large crowd of his female admirers was hard to get through to him, I hadn’t visited him since though.
I had grown closer to this “Secret Admirer” he had revealed he was a boy and I was starting to like him, I gave him a chance to be in my life as he was persistant to give me something every week, it was cute and mysterious.
I opened my mailbox this weekend, reading the letter from him.
Dear Louis
I will not uncover who I am just yet but your patience must grow. One day you will finally know who I am and be willing to forgive me for everything I have wronged. You have my heart, it shall be forever yours.
-H .xx
Not secret admirer? Just H. that could stand for anything! It definitely wasn’t Harry because Harry’s writing was neat, this guys’ writing is messy and sloppy. Not like mine was any better…
But what had he ‘wronged’ that I had to forgive?
I walked inside, pinning his new letter up on a billboard I have, I stood back, looking at all the letters he had given me, I had hung everyone of them up, I was creating a collage.
Vanessa’s POV
While I was happily pigging out with Niall on his couch, my phone started ringing.
I jumped off the couch, finding my phone in my bag and answering it.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Hey it’s Haz”
“Oh hey Harry” I smiled.
I ran back into the living room, pushing Niall away from my bowl of food. I mouthed for him to fuck off before I listened in on Harry speaking.
“Yeah, so um, Louis’ birthday and Christmas is coming up and I don’t know what to get him” he spoke.
“Ok, well um…” I stared off into space, thinking of what Harry could get him.
I quickly shoved Niall away as he made a grab for my spaghetti, I sat on his chest, tuning back to Harry.
“Um, I think he would like a new phone, because his is starting to die but he doesn’t have enough money” I told him.
He hummed at my answer.
“Maybe you could get him a case” I was rolled off Niall as he pinned me on the floor. “Surprise him with you!” I exclaimed telling him my brilliant idea I just thought of.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Yes, do it!” I told him excitedly. “He’s been pissing himself over who the secret admirer is too” I laughed.
“Alright bye” he chuckled.
“Bye.”
