One week later

I threw a pile of mail on the table without looking at them. It was not like there would be something for me. Today all the guys, except for Louis for a reason I did not know, were going to go back to London. Which meant peace and quiet would return to this place. Well, sort of. At least during the day… “Liz, this is for you,” Louis interrupted my thoughts and he gave me a blue envelope. I frowned as I tore the thing open. The handwriting look vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t recall it.

Dear Liz,

I saw you last week with the little girl in the park. It was so adorable to see her with you. You acted like the perfect sister, or mother. I can only dream of that being our child. I miss you every day and I know you miss me too. We are made to be together, in heaven, hell or any other place. I promise I’ll free you from this life. I know you hate it, I know you well enough to see that. We’ll be together, with our own little baby.

Me and you against the world, remember?

I starred at the paper. This was freaking impossible. “Liz, are you okay?” Harry asked. “What?” I said, still focussed on the words. I read them over and over and came to the same conclusion every time. “You look like you’re going to faint or throw up.” “Thank you.” I crumpled the paper in my hand. I ran upstairs. I closed the door behind me and collapsed to the floor. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. I curled up and started crying. I thought this was over. But how foolish to think he’d ever let me go. Suddenly, somebody lifted me up and put me on my bed. “What’s the matter?” Louis asked. I shook my head. “Come on, tell me. You’ll feel better.” Again, I shook my head. He glanced to the crumpled paper on the floor. He probably already guessed that had upset me. Hmm, I needed to burn the evidence. Then, Louis randomly hugged me. For a change, I didn’t push him away and as much as I hated to admit it to myself, it felt safe and comfortable.

Notes

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