'Dua? How are you?', Louis asked, coming into the room.
'I'm fine. Is there supposed to be something wrong?'
'No, it's just that Harry's been boring me already. 'Tell Dua to get on Instagram, when will she read it already,' and so on', I put my head down. 'Is something wrong, baby? What did he mean by that?'
'Styles said he was sorry. Said he is happy now, but he still misses me'.
'Well, forgive him. What's the matter?', ueah, Tomlinson is a good helper..
'If you knew what he used to text me, you wouldn't talk so easily'.
'But it was a long time ago, wasn't it?', Louis asked.
'He was drunk and talked nonsense. I'm not worthy of him, I'm horrible and so on'.
'There's no need to be dramatic. He was under the influence of alcohol', I reallydon't understand now.
'Okay, so you're for him, right?'
'You two are very dear to me and you should make up'.
'When someone is drunk, they say whatever they think', I didn't let up.
'Stop thinking in stereotypes. Just accept his apology and it's in the bag'.
'Thank you, Tomlinson, that was helpful'.
'Suit yourself, Dua. But I don't want to stop being friends with Harry. He may be a fool, but we've been through a lot together. And I don't want to break up with you. I love you'.
'Oh, okay, I'll try to make it all right.. Love you, Louis'
