Holding On To Nothing

Everyone knows who he is. Everyone is screaming his name. Everyone loves him. I'm happy. I'm happy that he's happy. He has fans who adore him, friends who's like his brothers, and a beautiful girlfriend, who loves him. But sometimes, I wish things would go back to the way they were. When we were kids. And the only person who knew him, the only person who screamed his name, the only person who loved him, was me. Back to the time when we kept our promises and stayed true. Back to time when he still remembered me. But I guess fame erases your memory. I know that the safest thing to do is to stop loving him, but I'm too much of a stubborn brat to tell my heart to do so. A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction.