It was obvious that the letter was between him and some unknown person, a girl by the look of the handwriting. They must have been passing notes sometime during school and he put the note in his jacket pocket and forgot about it. As I scanned over the words, I felt each line punch me in the gut:
Unknown Girl: What has been up with you lately? You hardly pay attention to your friends. Last night at your bands rehearsal you kept staring off into space and forgetting the lyrics. Why have you been all in a tizzy?
Louis: Tizzy? What kind of word is that?
UG: You’re missing the point. >.<
L: No I just avoided it on purpose :D
UG: Louis… Seriously. Please tell me. I’m supposed to be your best friend.
L: You are my best friend.
UG: Well then act like it and tell me what’s wrong.
L: There’s nothing wrong.
UG: You are seriously making me mad by avoiding this.
L: I’m telling the truth. Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s right, sort of. I like somebody, happy?
UG: Who?! I’m very happy. :)
L: I’m not telling you. You have a loud mouth. Gossiper :P
UG: OH PLEASE! Louis William Tomlinson you better tell me.
L: Lizzy Marie Saints. I don’t have to tell you anything.
UG (Lizzy): Please. Hints?
L: She’s beautiful, funny, sweet, gorgeous, caring, cute, she has a wonderful laugh, we text all night long, and she is just everything. There’s not enough room on this paper.
UG: So who is this special girl? ;)
L: Emerson. She’s so great, but Harry told me the other night he likes her a lot. It’s just so rare that he likes a girl this much, I don’t want to ruin this for him. It’s just, every time I see them together I get so jealous and I can’t help but to interrupt them. I walked up on them the other day at the fountain; they were about to kiss Lizzy. KISS. I knew I should’ve just kept walking but I couldn’t help but to ruin their moment. Harry always gets the girl, and when I finally really like one, he decides this is the one girl to actually care for. I don’t know what to do. I haven’t told Harry I have feelings for her, he’s asked a couple times and I just fake a laugh and say no. What should I do?
UG: Oh. Does she act like she likes you?
L: Sometimes.
UG: I think you should just leave it alone. Obviously her and Harry have a thing. Besides, like you said, it’s very rare that Harry actually likes a girl like this. You shouldn’t ruin it. You can do way better anyways. She’s not that pretty. There are a million girls that want you, take your pick from this campus. She’s probably not what you guys think.
L: You’re insane. She’s the most beautiful and genuine girl I have ever seen. Plus, Harry isn’t the only one who has never felt this way before. I’ve never felt this way about a girl either. Heck, I was the one who invited her to the house for our practice that started all this. Did he do that? No.
UG: That’s because he’s the type of guy to try and say “I don’t actually love her. I’m messing with myself.” Then try to avoid her to forget about it, but he’s not avoiding her anymore. You should let them be together. I’ve seen her around you guys, and I can tell she likes Harry and not you. Not being rude, but you’re just going to get hurt.
L: I guess you’re right.
UG: No problem. That’s what friends are for. Love you :)
Then there was no reply. What the crap? Bitch. I have never used that kind of language towards someone else, but that’s exactly what she is. It’s obvious I like both of them. She probably just made Louis feel like crap and like he can’t get a girl like Harry. That’s that girl Chelsea told me about at the party, the one who was jealous because Louis was giving me attention and has liked him for a while. I may not know who I want to be with, but I don’t want the decision to be made for me. She obviously doesn’t care that much about him or she wouldn’t have torn him down like that. True friends don’t do that. I threw his jacket in the dryer and turned it on and then ripped the note up and threw it in the waste basket. Stupid whore. I was walking back to my room when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the name. Harry. I opened the text message where an address was written, “Meet me at this place tomorrow morning, say around 9? Come hungry. Good night, can’t wait to see you.” I smiled and replied with a quick good night and that I couldn’t wait either.
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It was around two in the morning when I woke up from my cell phone playing the ringtone that meant I got a text message. On any other night I would’ve had it on silent and got no phone calls, but for some reason whenever I forget to turn it down or I turn it up for some weird reason it goes off and wakes me up. I rolled over, slowly getting angry from being woken up from my very good dream that I couldn’t remember now. I picked up my phone and looked at the name. Oh Louis. Why are you waking me? I opened the text message. “I couldn’t go to sleep and realized it was because I forgot to say goodnight to you like I do every night. I know you’re probably sleeping, but goodnight angel. Now maybe I can sleep, too.” I blushed and literally felt my throat tighten up. That is the sweetest text I have ever received. I couldn’t just not reply to that and I was wide awake now anyways. So I rubbed my eyes so I could see better and typed my response, “Aww, well I’m awake now. Hopefully you haven’t already went to sleep now that you’ve told me goodnight.” I didn’t even have to wait a full minute for a reply. “I didn’t mean to wake you up, but if you don’t mind I wouldn’t mind talking for a little while atleast :)” I’m pretty sure we stayed up until about five that morning just talking about random things. Where we lived as kids, what weird things have we always wanted to do, stuff like that. We didn’t stop talking until he didn’t reply, and I knew he had fallen asleep. I turned over in my bed knowing I will be exhausted when I meet Harry at nine and it was that thought that reminded me what I had dreamt about. I had been dreaming about Harry when Louis woke me up, wow even in my dreams Louis finds a way to interrupt.
