Dear Diary [h.s. au]

Chapter Forty-Nine.

Love wasn't put in your heart to stay, love isn't love until you give it away.

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 LOUIS’ POV

“Yes, I’m helping. No, mum she’s here. Everything’s fine, no need to worry. Yes, I’ll handle it. Ok, fine. See you. I love you too.” –I sighed when I hung up the phone.

“What did she want?” – Lottie sat down next to me.

“She wanted to know if I was helping Drea’s mum.”

“You’re gonna miss her won’t you?”

“What are you talking about? She isn’t moving, her mum is.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.” – Was I? – “I don’t know.” – I shrugged. – “Why? Do you know something I don’t?”

“No, no.” – She shook her head.

“I can see when you’re lying, Charlotte. Spill. Now.”

She sighed. – “Fine. I overheard a conversation between Anne and Drea a few days ago…” – She trailed off.

“Yes? Continue!”

“I’m not sure about it, I might have heard it wrong but Drea said she was excited to leave.”

“Leave? What do you mean leave?”

“I don’t know, Lou.” – She shrugged.

“Like, is she moving or is she just going on vacation?”

“I said, I don’t know! Why don’t you go and talk to her? Ask her or something, I really don’t know Lou. I might have heard it wrong.”

“But if she was really leaving, she would tell me wouldn’t she?”

“I guess so. Maybe she is just waiting for the right time to tell you.”

“Right. Well I’m going to help her mum out. I think she’s packing the kitchen today.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes, I need to get dressed.”

I nodded standing up and walked to the front door, closing it behind me.

Was she really leaving? Was she back together with Harry and going on vacation?

I shook my head. Stop thinking about it, you know it hurts.

“Yeah but I can’t help it.” – I rang the bell.

Anne opened the door a few seconds later. – “Oh, hello dear. Thank God, you’re here!”

I smiled. – “What’s going on?”

“Fatima is struggling with the tableware. She says they’re too heavy.” – We walked to the dining room.

“Well, that is what I am here for ain’t it ?” – We both laughed.

Fatima was bending over some boxes, cursing every time something would crack.

“Need any help?”

She stood up straight and hugged me. – “Thank God, I can’t hold these things, they’re too heavy.”

“I got it. Should I put them in your car?”

“Robin is on his way with a truck from work. They lended him one for the moving.”