Letters to Louis | l.t

5.11.15

10:31 a.m

Dear Louis,

We first met at the bridge. It was September 17, 2014. I was sitting on the ledge my feet dangling over the icy water when you came and sat down beside me.  I look at you and see your beautiful sea green eyes looking at the water rushing below. Your light brown hair was long and swept to the side coming only inches before your eyebrows. Your arms were covered in tattoos each of them different,  unique.

You asked me what my name was and I told you which you told me my name was beautiful. I blushed and asked what your name was and you explained to me that it was Louis pronounced Lou-ee not Lewis. I just laughed and said okay. 

We talked and talked and you told me that you were in band called One Direction. You said you were called a boy band, but in reality it wasn't like that it was so much more than that. You told me about each of your band mates and how they were like your brothers.You told me about a girl named Eleanor and how she broke your heart, only using you for fame. You mentioned your fans and how dedicated they are.  You also mentioned the hate that you got and how you struggled. I laid my head on your shoulder as you told me about you and I intently listened.

The tables turned and I told you about myself. I told you how I was such a loner, how I like to read, how much of a nerd I was, and how obssessed I am with movies. Soon enough though the sun began to set and the night was coming to an end much to my displeasure. I began to get up off the ledge and stand on the ground, you did the same your hands shoved in your pockets.

''Well I better be getting home.'' You said  I just nodded not yet moving. You made the first move though, you turned around and started walking away. I started doing the same dissapointed that you hadn't asked me for my number but you did. You called my name and I spun around a smile on my face. Baby you were so nervous,  with your hands were shoved in your pockets you asked me for my number.

After quickly getting my number we said our goodbyes once again and went our own ways.

That day was the best day of my life was meeting you Lou.

love,

your ella