Louis' Diary

Louis' secret's out, and now, you can see his inside thoughts on the matter. Live a few days in Louis Tomlinson's shoes, as he walks the path of recovery.
*Larry Stylinson fanfic*


2. The Letter

Day 2:

Harry left early this morning. I think it was about three, I don't know, I was still drowsy. Anyway, he won't be back until tonight, so I have a whole day to myself. I've never really had this chance before. Never had this much time to think since One Direction. I found a little piece of paper, and I knew it was from Harry by the handwriting. The press came in, so I clenched it in my fist. I really hope it's still readable. They were asking so many questions. So many things I just didn't want to answer. So I did what any desperate person does. Pretended to faint. It worked well, and they all ran off scared. No one even thought of getting the nurse, they were more worried about sharing the scoop before the others. How selfish. Anyway, I got to sleep in, something I haven't done for a long time. It felt amazing. But now I'm up, and bored. I'm a little afraid to read Harry's letter, because he's so unpredictable. You just never know what he's going to do or say next. But I guess he might want to talk about it when he comes back, so I think I had to suck it up and read it. Some of his writing was smudged, and drippy looking. So he might have been crying. I'm going to re-write his letter to you, so you know exactly why I'm reacting the way I am.
'Dear Louis,
I'm so sorry about what happened at the interview. I should've told someone about you, but you told me not to. Now look at what happened. I've hurt you so badly. I'm guess the doctor told you by now that your condition is more serious than we ever expected, but I don't want to think about that. I want to tell you I'm sorry, and I'm never going to forgive myself for what I've done to you. I feel as if I need to be punished for what I've done, and I promise I'll make sure I suffer for letting you down. I love you Lou, and I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I promise.
So I started crying. I was holding my chest, trying to breathe properly. I know Harry well enough to know that he means what he says. When he comes back tonight I'm going to have to talk to him. If he comes. I think he will. He promised he'd never let me down again. After I read the letter, I tore it into a million little pieces. I couldn't let anyone see it. It was mine, for me only. So until Harry comes back, I have to imagine what he could be doing to himself.

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