Dear Niall,
June 13
We didn't do it yesterday like we planned, Louis had to work late and we just couldn't.
But tonight, tonight we will. Tonight, Saturday, June 13th, Louis and I will do it.
I'm ready, Niall. I'm ready. I know I am. I'm heading over in a few hours.
I just hope I'm...good. I hope he likes what he sees and I hope I don't chicken out. I shaved my legs already, so that's good.
I'm really, really nervous. Don't get me wrong, I want to, I'm just afraid. Its a big deal to Louis and to me.
I hope tonight goes well. I can't wait for you to get home.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
June 13
I am in Harry's car right this very second. I'll be home in only a few hours, tonight at the latest. I can't wait to see you.
We've been driving for sososo long, Elle, I can't wait to get out and stretch my legs and mold my lips with yours.
God, Elle. God, I miss you. I miss you so much.
I'm riding in Harry's car right now, and Harry and I are listening to old music and he keeps on telling terrible jokes and really embarrassing stories about when he was a little kid, and I wish you were here in the car with us and we were just driving around, instead of me escaping the hellhole that Connecticut has been.
I love you, Elle, with every fiber of my being. I love you with everything I have, and I love you with everything I don't have, too. I love you with my heart and my soul, and I love you with the moon and with all the stars and with every fucking planet, okay? I love you with this entire universe, I love you with everything. I don't even know how I can possibly have feelings that strong and that passionate, but I do.
Love,
Niall
