half a heart || louis tomlinson (on-hold)

Chapter 18 : Letter for Louis

Previously. . .

My tears started to flow down at my cheeks as Eleanor enveloped me into a warm hug. I can't believe it. It's all a game. How can I be so naive? I already had my first experience and it was horrible. And now I'm broken, again, why can't God give me someone who wouldn't play me and leave me broken? What did I do wrong? I continue to cry and suddenly my phone rings, attracting mine and Eleanor's attention. Eleanor pick it up and after a minute, her face was drained.

"Louis is in the hospital."

Songs for this chapter:

I Never Told You - Colbie Calliat

Fix You - Coldplay

If I Die Young - The Band Perry

I'll Be - Edwin McCain

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Reese's POV:

 I stared at the white blank paper and held my pen loosely. My coffee is cold now so I didn't drink it anymore. Eleanor decided to leave me alone so I can think. It's 6 in the evening and I'm still trying to think all the words that I wanted to tell Louis. I want to yell at him and kick his gut, do anything brutal to his gorgeous body and shave his hair, but I'm weak. I can't do it because I'm afraid, I'm scared and I'm not yet ready to face him. My heart was still broken and I'm trying to fix it. I gather myself and started to write a letter for Louis.

December 12, 2012 – Tuesday

Louis,

            Um, hi. I don’t know how to start this and I have so many questions spiralling inside my brain. So let’s start in square one, why did you do it? Why did you break my heart? It’s because I’m too naïve? Or I’m just a doll you liked and played? I trusted you with all my heart, believing that you will be the one for me. I guess I’m just too naïve. I have faith in our relationship, and everything to make our relationship work. It’s just- Why did you lie? Why did you make me fall for you? Did you planned it? Or you’re just a good damn actor? But I’m impressed. I let myself fall for your stupid trap. Now, I don’t know what to do. I think moving on and finding a new place for myself will help. But there’s one thing I’m going to admit, I love you. I love you, since the day that we had our very first date. All this weird butterflies in my stomach when you make me laugh, and the sparks I felt when you hold me,  the kisses that you peppered to my face and the hugs that gave me comfort and warmth will be the memories I always cherish. Even it hurts a lot, I’ll keep it. I know, I’m being dumb but I know I’ll move on and these memories will be the one that symbolizes I fell in love and moved on. I will be strong. Goodbye Louis, I hope you’ll be okay and find the girl who will make you feel the luckiest man alive.

                                                                                    -Reese

I folded the paper neatly. I wipe some stray tears and put the letter inside a white envelope. I left my coffee at the table and went to my room, changing my pajamas and wore skinny jeans and a Ramones t-shirt. I put my converse on and my leather jacket. I carried my sling bag and put the letter inside. I walk to the parking lot and opened my car. I revved it up and drive carefully because of the weather to Louis’ hospital. I parked my car and saw the front door full of screaming fangirls. I let my hair shadow my face and walk to the back entrance of the hospital. I sneak inside, and went to the receptionist.

“Umm, can I ask where is Louis Tomlinson's room?” She barely glanced at me as she continued typing at her computer.

“Who are you miss?” She asked nicely as she continued to type at her keyboard.

“Reese Miller. His friend.” I said, annoyed as she looks at me with her right eyebrow raised.

“You’re not allowed to come-“

“She’s with me.” Harry interrupted as he approached us.

“U-um sorry Mr. Styles.” The nurse apologized and Harry nodded as I followed him like a puppy.

I attempt to make a conversation to Harry as we rode the elevator. “Um, how’s Louis?”

“He’s okay. Just a bump in the head and a few scratches and a minor concussion.” He answered and I stared at my feet.

“Harry, I know you’re Louis’ best friend. I want to give you this letter to him when he wakes up. And don’t tell him I visited okay?” I fished the letter and put it in Harry’s hands.

“Okay.” He answered as the elevator open and I followed Harry to a dull hallway with doors and he halted as he opened the door. Inside the room is Louis, scratches was visible at his arms. Bruises was sprinkled on his jawline and his face. I walk inside the room and look at Louis as I heard the door clicked close. My eyes began to water as I saw how pale Louis is. I caressed his jawline carefully, avoiding the bruises. He stirred a little and I step back. I need to go now. A tear slipped from my eyes and I whispered goodbye to Louis and kissed his forehead. I nodded at Harry as I walked outside. The tears that I ignored were now flowing down my cheeks as I waited for the elevator. I felt a hand encircled my waist and a pair of lips who planted butterfly kisses at my hair. I sobbed and clutched his shirt.

“Shh. . . Don’t cry.” I heard Harry’s voice whispered as I continued to hug him. I don’t care what the people say, I need someone who will comfort and I finally found him. It’s Harry.

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