Letters to the Author -Larry Stylinson

chapter two

Louis chuckled, but didn't say anything. The blonde boy didn't know that he had not been typing anything to do with the creative writing essay, no; He was writing something much more important than that, something that was almost ready to be printed out on his nice ivory paper and folded up perfectly, carefully tucked in an envelope to be sent out into the world of mail.

"Louis?"

Louis snapped out of his thoughts. "Yeah, I guess I could help. My dorm is number twenty three. You can come by anytime, I guarantee I'll be in there, if I'm not at work."

The boy nodded, smiling slightly and seeming a bit less urgent. "Alright, yeah, thanks." He turned around, ready to walk away, when Louis called for him to wait. 

"Huh?"

"How did you know my name?" Louis asked, adjusting his laptop under his arm.

"You talk to yourself." The blonde boy grinned.

Louis blushed, trying to recall the time where he was talking to himself, but he couldn't seem to bring it to memory. So, instead, he asked the boy his name.

He said it was Niall.

Louis told him that he could stop by anytime he wasn't working, and named off a bunch of times he was available, and it was official.

Louis had begun to start making a friend.

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Louis never expected to get a letter back so fast. He had sent it out on Monday, and he already had a reply. It was Friday.

He found out when he was slipping his purple toms on his feet to match the plum sweater he had bought a few weeks ago. On his legs were a pair of dark skinny jeans. He felt happy about his outfit, especially since the sweater was so soft. 

There was a knock at his door, and Louis immediately assumed it was Niall. They had already started hanging out, bonding over the wonderful Lucile. Niall was obsessed with her, and Louis couldn't help but be a bit jealous by the way Lucile sat on his lap over Louis'. Lucile was his, his baby, his pumpkin.

"Come in!" Louis yelled, and jumped in surprise when a white piece of paper slid out under the door and stopped once it hit his carpet. 

Louis finished pushing his left heel into his shoe, straightening out his sweater and glasses before standing up and walking towards the mysterious object. 

It turned out to be an envelope, a very nice envelope with a blue lace border that was classy, and pretty and Louis really liked it. He bent down slightly, grasping the corner of the envelope gently and holding it between both of his hands. He ran his finger over the address, the address he had remembered after practicing writing it on a spare sheet of paper before he worked up the courage to write it on the real envelope he was going to mail. The handwriting was all caps, something that made him smile, especially when that sloppy chicken scratch showed Harry Style's name.

He couldn't help but let a squeal escape his lips, and he jumped up and down, his purple toms sliding a bit on the white carpet. He felt as if he needed to show somebody, anybody, this letter. Obviously, he wasn't that popular by how quick his response was. Louis had imagined him getting hundreds and hundreds of letters every day. How could one not love his writing?

Either way, Louis was standing with the letter clutched to his chest like a baby, a foolish smile on his face and a nervous beating in his heart. What if Harry thought he was some creepy stalker? After all, he signed off as his biggest fan, and he had made an assumption about who Harry was writing about that was probably wrong. But it was done, and whatever Harry had responded wasn't going to change no matter how much he thought about it.

Louis took a shuddered breath, shaking the letter in his hand and trying to bring himself to open it. When he finally couldn't take it no more, and when he realised that he had twenty minutes until his lecture started, he opened it up, careful not to rip the edges. Then, he pulled out a piece of paper. It was folded into a tiny triangle, and Louis smiled when he saw that the squigglies were still on the sides. There was a tiny arrow pointing to a piece of paper sticking out from the origami figure, labeled "pull here." 

He chuckled, pulling on the triangle and causing the whole shape to open up. What he saw was a full piece of paper full of the awful chicken scratch writing that he already loved. His signature took up half of the page, though, and Louis ran his finger over the penmanship that the boy had probably mastered after signing so many people's things.

Read the letter, he told himself. He knew he was just stalling by thinking about Harry's stupidly adorable signature. He could tell that this was the same person that wrote those four books that he had re-read a million times just by his handwriting.

Louis smiled, pushing his glasses up and leaning in to read the letter.

Dear Louis,

I picked your letter to read first out of a hundred because of the cute stamp of a white cat and your ridiculously adorable handwriting and the little quotes and pictures you put all over the outside of the envelope. I usually don't send nice pretty envelopes like the one I sent you, but I really liked the way you decorated yours so I figured I would repay you. You asked me if I tried to write about you. Did I, Mr. Biggest Fan Louis Tomlinson? Mate, I can not understand this question until you tell me who you are. Then maybe I'll know if I am trying to write about you. But, why would I write about you if I don't even know you? Is it fate? I don't believe that a curly headed awkward boy like me could come across something as fateful and coincidental as this, but if you could enlighten me I would be pleasured to listen. You are my favorite reader, after all. I'm winking right now, if you can't tell.

Don't forget to smile,

Harry Edward Styles. (See what I did there?)

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did you like the second chappie? i was going to update i sleep naked but i found i had much more inspiration for this. i will probably update it tomorrow, isn readers. i'm sorry, but i couldn't think of what to write.

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