Dear Journal,
I saw Harry today. He was at the coffee shop. I didn't even actually see him until he came up and said hello, so then we went for a walk.
It was nice. Harry called me pretty. Again, I told him that I am not pretty; I am handsome. And, again, he told me that I am both at the same time. The compliment made me feel butterflies in my tummy the same way it had the first time Harry said it.
I don't think the medicine is working, which is great. I will not tell anybody.
Louis x
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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.
