Dear Niall,
June 7
It's been a long couple of days, I'm really sorry I haven't written.
I've spent most of my time with Louis, laughing and talking and kissing. I think he really likes me.
I think I love him, Niall. All of him, every last but of him. I haven't said it to him yet, mainly because I think I just realized it.
I want to tell him, Niall. I've just gotta figure out how.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
June 7
I'm coming home. I'm coming home, I'm coming home. I can't wait. I can't wait to come home. I'm coming home.
I love saying that. I'm coming home.
Harry's going to help me. He offered to take me all the way back. I think he feels bad for me because I miss you. I think he can tell I need you.
I'm coming home. And when I get home, I'll kiss you, and maybe, just maybe, you'll kiss me back. And we still have time for summer adventures, right?
I doubt my Grandma would miss me, or even notice I'm gone. She spends the entire day in her garden out in the backyard or at the farmer's market.
I can't wait to get back. I'll be home as soon as I can, okay?
Love,
Niall
