❝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.
my mom made me try a journal once
i wrote one thing and found it two years later
Idk why but I'm reading this in a high pitched voice😂😂
I absolutely love this story so much it's one of my favourite Larry stories <3
I'm now rereading for the 6th time
Is it bad I already have a box of tissues arms length away oh god
I'm still confused as to why she made him do it in the first place. Please explain.
i think if i had a journal, it would actually be as empty as his is ahh im a failure at living :') but i guess i could see how good it is that i can relate to louis in this fic