199 Letters And Counting (Sequel to 199 Letters) (BoyxBoy

Chapter 8

A/N

Yay or nay to edits featured in each chapter? If you don't like to see them, I won't put them. But I know some people, like myself, like to marvel over them and try to think how to do things like it later. Let me know what you think.

The question/debate is still up if anyone changes their mind. Longer chapter (By a paragraph) with cliff hanger ending VS shorter with not too bad cliff hanger.

Thanks! Enjoy the chapter :)

~JD Xx
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Letter #30:
Dear You,

No, wait, never mind. I don't like that. I like your name and, well, I'll admit, I like to take every opportunity to say your name. So, let's restart:

Dear Harry,

There, that sounds better. Now, where was I?

Oh, haha, I hadn't started anything. Except for this letter. Which is turning out to be really pathetic because I keep rambling. I've never been much of a rambler; or so I thought. Guess I was wrong. Or obviously. Whatever. It's your fault. I doubt you even remember it. What you did was so small. To you. To me, my life was practically made.

We had our first day off from recording Take Me Home. It's an amazing album. I think we all agree the first song we recorded-Little Things-is going to turn out to be our favorite. Or, at least it will be for you. The way you sang it... it was better than words can explain. You shook us. My heart swelled and broke at the same time. You put all your focus into it. You said that you hope they pick this song to make a video with, and, of course, I agree. Fans will love it as much as I love you.

That was cheesy. That was so cheesy. And I totally got off track there. Moving on....

Today is our first day off, yeah? Tomorrow we head on the road. But today, is to us. Literally, "us". Louis is out somewhere-I don't know where and now that I think of it, maybe we should start keeping tabs because he's been gone a lot lately-so it's just you and me. You were feeling great this morning, so I made soup.

Yes, I cooked. And without eating anything along the way. Just for you. Not to mention, it turned out really good. It was the best batch I had made since I had my mum's help when I was young. I was impressed, and you didn't protest.

Ha, that rhymes.

Anyways, I did that for you and then offered to put in a movie for you since I figured you didn't want to get out of bed. You picked Toy Story, I think. I'm not 100% sure, but I remember thinking it was a strange choice. Nevertheless, I put it in and was about to leave you to relax.

I hadn't taken even two steps towards the door when you yelled out. Your voice was rough between it being early morning and you feeling sick, but it was addicting. I was half tempted to think of some way to keep you sick like this forever do I could hear you talk like that. But, I didn't. I listened to you and joined you on your bed.

Your bed is super comfy by the way. Like, I want it. Plus you were in it. I didn't protest when you wrapped your arms around me and just held me while we watched. Even when you fell asleep, your grip around me actually tightened. I had to go to the bathroom, but I was in too much bliss to care. I laid there, watching you sleep. You slept passed the end of the movie while I still watched you. It wasn't for another half hour of the selection menu repeating itself that I finally turned off the tele and slept with you.

Woah, um, no. I didn't mean it like that. Sorry, I fell sleep next to you. Yeah, that sounds better. Moving on...

The rest of the day went like that. You woke up, I fed you whatever you wanted, then we watched a movie that you fell asleep during. Unfortunately, I guess it wasn't really "the rest of the day". I was thrown out of the room by Lou when he returned around 8:00 that night.