Dear Journal,
Harry and I went to the park today, as we said we would. Harry told me more things about himself that I already knew. I told him things about me that I had told the old him. He didn't notice.
When I got home, my therapist was there. So was my mum. They were both looking at me, disappointed.
They told me that they knew I was seeing Harry again and that my mother would watch me take my medication every night.
I don't want Harry to go away, so I cried.
I am still crying, and the page is getting wet. I should stop now.
Louis
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reality ➸ larry
Fanfiction❝he told me to follow my heart. i told him that my heart goes wherever he does.❞ or; louis has a journal, and a bad sense of telling when something's wrong.
