It has been about two days since the first letter Louis sent. That one that is still frustrating me to the the very fucking end.
"Anothe-"
I just nod, rolling my eyes and getting up from my bed to snatch the damn envelope. I don't enjoy acting this way, especially to Sylvia since she has been nothing but patient with me, but this boy just isn't getting the picture.
"You know, maybe if you just don't answer back this time, he will stop." I hear her comment as I open the envelope, sliding my pencil under the seal rather briskly.
I just sigh as I read, a forced and annoyed chuckle escaping my lips.
'All you have to do is meet me and you will get your over priced pen back.
~Louis'
The thing I despise the most about his writing is how his lower case 'h' always looks like an 'n' and man didn't he learn that the neck of the lower case 'h' is supposed to be longer than the base itself? Lord. And why does he always have to sign his name at the bottom? I mean Garett has been the one now delivering by hand each message. I don't understand why he thinks I won't know the letter is from him.
And he still writes all the info on the back of the envelope like my address and his hotel's address even though Garett. is. the. one. giving. them. to. me.
Dick.
And who writes adorable smiley faces next to their names anymore? Louis Tomlinson does.
That's fucking who.
I grab a piece of paper from the stack Sylvia brought me earlier, and I grab my pencil that was briefly in between my teeth.
"You're responding. Again?"
I ignore her, stomping myself to my bed and trying to use one of my hard decorative Hello Kitty pillows as a table.
'It is not an overpriced pen! It is my mother's Heaven Gold pen that she got as a gift from one of my father's colleagues! It's molded from 24K pink gold and is covered with 1,888 fucking DIAMONDS! It's worth as much as you!'
I take a deep breath after writing, feeling as if I just spoke my small rant physically. Yes my mum has about three of those pens, but they're very valuable and just one can send about five people through Uni if she were to sell them.
"Winnie I just don't think you sho-"
I take yet another deep breath, folding the paper and holding it out for Sylvia to take.
'He needs to know.' I mouth to her, standing my ground before her slightly wrinkled hand grabs it from me hesitantly.
I just nod, putting a piece of loose hair behind my ear.
"If you really want to talk to Lewis-"
'Louis.' I correct her (My lips making it sound as if I said Leweeeee), receiving an eyeroll.
"Louis. Whatever. I just think you should talk to him personally about this. I mean you obviously want to talk to him anyway."
I feel my mouth open a little in surprise, my eyes going to Elvis quickly, him smiling at me as well as if he agrees with her.
Traitor.
"I have car for today. Maybe I can take you to his hotel and you both converse. And I'll even bring pepper spray just in case the big letter guy tries anything." She states, the big letter guy most likely being Garett.
She walks over to me, sitting down beside me and placing her hand on my shoulder after resting the paper on her lap.
Sylvia is a very caring person. Always has been and always will be. She doesn't favor any one more than the other, and even comforts Gene when the time is needed. I usually hear the talks through the walls, just barely, but still. Which is another reason why I don't really mind the vocal abuse from my sister.
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Silent Laughter (Louis Tomlinson Fan-Fic) Book 3
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Book 3, ✉Winnie isn't one for drama, for fame, for attention. She enjoys water droplets, bad movies, dirty jokes, her two best friends, weeds, and just things that make her feel average. She always speaks her mind, but not physically sin...