First Love // H.S.

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It's been two months since the breakup. I haven't had any sort of contact with Harry since, like we promised each other. We even unfollowed each other on every kinds of social media, so that we won't be reminded of each other's existence. It's not really working for me, though, since I still follow Louis, the other boys and the One Direction account, but at least it's working for Harry.

I'm doing great. The people I met at the concert — William, Florida and Sammie — have become really good friends. The fact that they still wanted to be friends with me after I broke up with Harry kind of proves that they're not using me to become friends with Harry.

Yes, they could still be using me to become friends with Louis, and through Louis with the other boys, but I'm assuming that's not their goal. They barely ask about Louis.

Maddie and I are still not on speaking terms, even though the breakup is all over social media. I got to admit that I do miss her. She has been my best friend since we were born, and not having have spoken to her for almost five months is a big deal. We literally went from speaking every day to nothing for months.

Hate to say this, but the reason is Harry. It's not his fault of course, he can't help it that Maddie accidentally fell in love with him and got in the way of our friendship. But that doesn't change that he's the reason why Maddie and I haven't spoken in five months.

I talk to Louis on the daily. I'm really starting to miss him now. I'm even starting to miss his loud voice in the morning, waking everyone up. Or his annoying teasing, and his sassiness. Thank god he'll be back in a month for a quick break.

Another thing I should probably mention— I've started seeing a new guy. Not Max Fischer, nor Harry Styles.

His name is Luke Spinster. He's a fellow-model, a colleague. Green eyes, curly brown hair, reddish lips. He's really attractive, obviously my type. He's also a true gentleman. He makes sure to wish me a good night every night, and a good morning every morning. He makes sure I get enough sleep, enough food and water. He's like a dad, or something. He's also really funny. He's almost too good to be true.

We're not officially together yet, but I'm assuming that soon we will be. We kissed a few times, touched each other a bit, but nothing more than that. Luke told me he wants to take his time for everything. He's not the type of guy to just dive into a relationship, or sex. And I don't blame him. I think it's actually beautiful, wanting to take things slow.

*

'Okay, so, when are we going to the Bahamas?' William asks while me and him are walking through London.

'The Bahamas? Who said anything about the Bahamas?' I laugh.
'Me. We're gonna go to the Bahamas, get our asses drunk and make out with every guy we can find.' William explains.
'You do that, Will. I'll stay here in case anything happens.' I tell. William lets out a whine.

'Why am I even friends with you? You're so boring!' He exclaims.
'Because I'm Louis Tomlinson's sister.' I tell.
'Ah, yes. That's the reason.' William answers sarcastically.

'How are things with you and hot Luke?' William asks then, sounding really curious. I feel myself starting to smile by hearing Luke's name.

'Good, really good. He's so sweet to me, I don't even know why. He makes me so happy without even trying.' I tell.
'Your eyes are glowing! Are you falling in love with him, Livvie?' William asks. My heart skips a beat, my smile fading a bit. No one has ever called me Livvie, except... you know who.

'Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I can't call you Livvie. That's a Harry thing. Fuck, I'm mentioning Harry. I shouldn't be mentioning Harry. Fuck Harry. No, don't, that's—'
'Will, you can stop.' I interrupt William. William takes a deep breath to reset his brain.