Dear Niall,
August 1
I took your advice and told someone. Louis is being handled.
Don't blame yourself, Niall, okay? You've spent the past few days sulking in your bedroom. It's not your fault.
I have to go to see a therapist every Monday afternoon now. Apparently Louis "affected my mental health in a negative way" and I have "unresolved issues." I don't want to go, but I know my Dad is just doing what he thinks is in my best interest.
There's supposed to be a hearing next Saturday morning, I hope you can come. I mean, if you want to. I'm just nervous, I guess, facing him. But I'll be okay. We'll be okay.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
August 1
I know you've told me over and over that this thing with Louis isn't my fault. I just wish there was something I could do. I'm sorry.
School's starting soon, you know. I hope we have lots of classes together. I want to drive you to school in the mornings. I also want to eat lunch with you, and hold your hand when we walk down the hallway. I want everyone to see us, see that hey, that's my Elle.
I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than anything (and honestly, that's a scary thing to think about, because everything is so fragile, and this whole thing could abruptly end and I could watch my entire world come crumbling down on top of me, crushing me with it's weight).
Remember when we were thirteen and it was the summer between seventh and eighth grade, and you used to have that treehouse? I remember when we both wanted to just get our first kiss over with, because we were the only ones in the eighth grade who still hadn't kissed anyone. So I kissed you in the treehouse. It was so weird, actually, now that I think about it. I don't think either of us knew what we were doing. I didn't know how to kiss, and neither did you. And neither one of us even felt the right things to properly kiss someone, we just did it because we were left out. We just did what we saw on TV and movies and in books.
I think about that and how different it was then, than it is now. This morning you came over and I tried to make muffins. I burned them and you got really upset because I should've followed the directions. You were yelling and I was yelling and then we kissed. It was so different than when we were thirteen and didn't know anything (I don't doubt we have a lot left to learn, of course, but we definitely know more now) about life or the universe or anything at all. This morning we kissed and I pressed your body against the wall. I ran my tongue over your bottom lip, hoping you'd grant me entrance. You did. The kiss was full of passion and lust and love and need.
I want to kiss you that way every single day for the rest of my life.
Love,
Niall
what even was this chapter lol lame
but the story's almost over ahh
but we've still got some chapters left
I rlly suck at endings so yeah sry I'll figure it out
in the mean time enjoy the next few chapters
