11 Letters (One Direction)(Larry Stylinson)

Letter 2

I cant stop fucking shaking. It’s been over a week and the doctors still haven’t gotten back to me. The feeling that something is wrong is getting stronger and stronger and I don’t know how much longer I can take that feeling.

I really wish I could tell the lads about this whole thing, but I cant. I don’t want any of them worrying. Especially not Louis. He would be the first person to start worrying about me if something did happen, or so I hope.

I’m probably just gonna write about this now to try and preoccupy my mind but I kinda wanna write about Louis.

Lately, I’ve been having these… weird feelings. Like, whenever I’m around Louis, I have this weird feeling in my stomach. I don’t wanna call it butterflies, because I only get butterflies over girls, not guys, girls.

And maybe Louis?

I don’t know really, but I know for a fact I’m not gay. So I wont even say that. Not even bi really. Louis is the first and only guy I have ever felt like this around, and it’s kinda scaring me.

I’ve made a name for it though.

Tommosexual.

Ha. Ha. Ha. Don’t laugh. It’s not funny.

Damn I really hope he doesn’t read these one day and I freak him out.

There’s no way in hell I would want that to happen. I think I would be broken if he ever stopped talking to me.

So anyways, that’s the thing. The butterflies are really strong when I’m around him, and especially when he holds my hand or wraps his arm around my shoulders. Sometimes I even wish that I could just snog him sometimes…

Alright, to much information. I understand.

I wish I had the guts to tell someone though. Not even him, but like, one of the other guys.

Too bad I have none.

~Harry