Dear Niall,
June 8
I wish you were here. I wish you could meet Louis, you'd love him. I mean, you'd probably try and act like you're my big brother or something and possibly scare him off, but it would be because you love me, and you just don't want me to get hurt.
Do you still love me Niall? I want you, no, I need you to still love me. Please, please don't forget about me. I wonder if you tell your Connecticut friends about me. I don't doubt you have loads if friends in Connecticut. You've always been quite social.
Have you made a lot of friends? Do you want me to meet them? Would I like them? Oh god, is there a pretty blonde girl there? Oh shit, I'll bet there is. I'll bet she's blonde and weighs about eighty pounds. I'll bet she has lots of friends and she goes to parties every Friday and sleepovers every Saturday. I'll bet her parents are both alive and they both love her a lot. I bet she's got a soft voice and doesn't spend all her free time reading books like I do. I bet she's a cheerleader when school is in session, she's probably captain of the squad. She's probably super popular, with lots of friends. She's probably the most popular girl in school, and I bet she drives a cute little pink convertible or something. I bet she's your girlfriend. I bet you've made friends with all her friends, and you go to parties with them.
Just don't forget me, okay? Promise me.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
June 8
Harry's parents are going out of town this weekend. When they're gone, Harry's going to drive me home. I'm so excited. I can't wait to come home. I miss you a lot.
Today, at the music store, Harry told me a joke. You wanna hear it?
What did the Atlantic Ocean say to the Pacific Ocean?
Nothing, it just waved.
Get it? 'Cause oceans have waves? Wow. I laughed harder than I should have.
I just can't wait and I can't wait and I can't wait to see you.
Love,
Niall
