Dear Niall,
June 27
Louis hasn't come around yet. He's been ignoring me.
And you always avoid me. Always. What do you want from me, Nialler? I am trying as hard as I can to figure this out. What happened, what's wrong? What's going on? Why can't you just talk to me?
Now I'm back at square one, don't you get that? I have spent so long trying to make more friends, that way I didn't have to be dependent on you all the time. For God's sake, Niall, you encouraged me to make friends. Then, when I do, you stop talking to me? What the hell is wrong with you?
I'm just a mess, Niall. I'm this big mix of sad and lonely and scared and confused and worried and I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
June 27
Just leave me alone, Elle, okay? Just go away.
You come by my house three times a day every single day. Just stop. Just go away.
Seeing you, seeing your face hurts. It hurts too fucking much, okay, Elle? All of my pictures of us are in a box, because I can't bare to see you. Not after this, Elle. I can't do this. I just can't.
What have you done to me?
Love,
Niall
