Dear Niall,
June 3
Envy is a bitch, let me tell you.
Today, Louis and I went to the mall. This group of girls who probably weigh eighty pounds and wear size 00 jeans came up and asked Louis for his number, like I wasn't there, or something. Louis said no thanks, and I was relieved, but I was also infuriated at those girls.
In fact, I was so unbelievably angry that I dumped my lemonade on one of the girls. Louis looked shocked. He stayed silent for a second, he jut looked at me and blinked. His expression was unreadable.
Then, he laughed. He laughed so, so hard. Like, doubled over, clutching his stomach, howling laughter.
It was hilarious. He reminds me so much of you.
I wish you could come home. I miss you, a lot. More than a lot. A lot a lot.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
June 3
I went to a party with Harry last night. It was so damn awful. Leah was there, and oh god, I could practically smell the desperation.
She kept trying to get me to go upstairs with her, and I kept saying no thanks.
I'll probably never tell you this, but I want you to be my first.
I don't want to be that guy that just hooks up with whatever girl at a party, you know? I don't want to be that guy, just using girls for pleasure and then tossing them aside. It's just not what I want to be about.
Harry had me trying all kinds of drinks, you know. I downed, like, eight shots. I only got a little drunk, though, not as bad as I expected.
I think I know how I'm gonna get the hell out of here, back home with you, where I belong. Maybe I'll kiss you. I don't know yet.
I can't wait to come home.
Love,
Niall
