Dear Niall,
June 1
Louis kissed me. He kissed me, he kissed me, he kissed me.
His lips were all warm and sweet, like honey. His tongue darted against my top lip, and I granted him access, gave him permission to explore my mouth. He was so gentle, Niall. It was wonderful.
We were at my house. My dad was at work. It'd been an emotional day, you know, this day being the anniversary of Momma's death. Eight years, Niall. It's been eight years.
We were sitting on my bed, our backs against the wall. I was eating strawberry ice cream and he was eating vanilla, and he was reading me Alice's Adventure's in Wonderland, and then he just stopped, right in the middle of a chapter, and leaned over to kiss me. I crawled over to him, and he took my hand and held it in his. He just kissed me for a long time, using his other hand to cup my cheek.
I even started crying in the middle of the kiss, just a few silent tears rolling down my cheek. He pulled away, only for a moment, and whispered a few sweet words in my ear about how it was okay, he understood if I wanted to cry. He brushed my tears off my cheeks with his thumb, and told me again if I wanted to cry I could. So I did. I leaned on his shoulder, the way I've leaned on yours so many times, and I just let the tears come. He petted my hair with his hand over and over, and kept telling me it was alright.
Eventually I got sick of crying, and all I wanted to feel was his lips molded with my lips again, so I crashed my mouth against his, and we just sat on my bed and kissed a lot. It was kind of weird, I didn't really know what to do since it was my first kiss. He'd only kissed two other girls, he told me, but it was enough that he knew what to do. When we were done kissing, he just went back to reading, like we hadn't just totally, full on made out. I looked at my reflection in the mirror across the room, my lips were swollen and red, my hair way slightly messed up, but I looked healthy. I loved the way I looked.
Maybe you'll have your first kiss this summer too, Niall. You can tell me about the girl when you get home, okay? I can't wait till I see you.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
June 1
Harry introduced me to his girlfriend today, Marylin. She's really nice, a lot like you. She likes lemonade and skateboarding.
Harry keeps trying to set me up with this girl, Leah, but I'm just not interested, you know? She's got red hair and green eyes and she talks a lot. Too much, if you ask me. She can barely remember my name and she's already trying to dive into like, sex or whatever. I wish she'd calm down. We only just met today.
Regardless of when me met, however, I still don't see it happening. I like you, not her.
I mean, yeah, I know I've never really thought of you that way before, but being apart from you has made me kind of realize that that's how I feel. I know it's only been a few days, but for us, Elle, it's a lifetime. Or at least, it feels that way to me.
I need to come home. I need to. I have to. I'm going to find a way to get home, okay? I promise I will.
Love,
Niall
