Dear Niall,
June 23
Talk to me. Just talk to me. Say something, say anything. Say you missed me, say you're glad to see me, tell me you hate me, sing me a song, I don't care, Niall. Just say something.
Louis hasn't even spoken to me, you know. Not since the night we did it. I know he's busy, he's got other friends and family stuff but he could've at least made an attempt to speak to me.
Now neither of you are speaking to me, and I'm right back to being alone again. This is just like the beginning of summer.
Niall, can't you just talk to me? Your car hasn't even left your driveway once, I know you're home. I've knocked on your door but all I hear is the buzzing of the air conditioner. I know you're in there, otherwise your car would still be at the Smith's house.
Why are so angry, Nialler? I didn't do anything. What's your problem?
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
June 23
I am so in love with you. I can barely comprehend this love, Elle.
Maybe that's why it hurt so much when I walked in on some guy fucking you in your bed.
I guess I take back what I said about kissing you when I get back. You've obviously found someone else to kiss you, I should've figured out my feelings sooner.
I don't know what I was thinking. I had just assumed that you'd never have feelings for anyone, never kiss anyone, never be intimate with anyone that wasn't me. I don't know why I thought that, it was stupid. Not only that, but clearly, I was wrong. I should've realized that if I didn't 'step up my game' someone else would. After all, you're gorgeous. You're gorgeous and you're funny and smart and you're everything other girls can never compare to.
Love,
Niall
