Dear Diary,

Bloody hell. I can barely write! My hands are shaking, my heart is beating out of my chest, and I can barely see this paper because my tears are clouding my vision. I'm also smiling bigger than I ever thought I could. How is this even possible? After two years, I had lost all hope, but now it's finally happened.

Louis called.

Just looking at those words makes me want to cry and dance for joy at the same time! I almost didn't pick up the phone because I didn't believe that it was the right caller ID. But it was. The second I heard his voice from the other end, I broke down in tears.

He started crying too and greeted me with a simple, "Hello, Sun."

God he called me Sun! I had forgotten he used to call me that. Sun. I literally fell on the ground when he said it.

"Boo?" I had asked.

"It's me," he told me quietly.

For a while, all either of us could do was cry. I held the phone to my ear as the years poured down my face. I could hear the little hiccup noises he makes when he cries. I imagined him curled up on the floor against his bed with his knees tucked under his chin.

A few minutes was long enough for me so I asked if it was really him one more time, "Louis?"

He hiccupped a couple more times before he answered me with, "Hazza, I'm sorry."

Another moment of silence went by. I knew what he was apologizing for, but in truth, I should be sorry too. "No, Lou. I'm sorry."

He gave a tiny sad laugh, "What do you have to be sorry about?"

"Everything," I whispered into the phone.

"No, Haz. Everything is my fault. I failed you. I broke my promise. I told you that I'd always fight for us no matter what. I let them take you away."

I didn't think I could cry any harder than I already was, but I did. My breathing had started coming in these short little spurts and gasps as I tried to talk. "L-Lou. It w-wasn't your f-fault. Y-you did what y-you c-could."

Then he whispered so softly that I almost didn't make out what he said. "How will you ever forgive me?"

My mouth could barely form the words, "I'll always forgive you. I love you, Lou."

I blushed when I heard myself say those words to him for the first time in years. It's true though. How could I not love my Boo?

His voice went an octave higher, "You love me? Still? Even after all the shit I put you've gone through because of us?"

Did he really need to ask that? Of course I'll always love him. I may have gone through shit, but it led us to the call.

"I'll always love you. You know that," I said.

"I've missed you like hell, Harry."

I smiled at that. I've missed him too. I dared to ask him the one question that had been on my mind every single day since we were split up, "Do you actually love her?"

He paused. Then he hesitantly spoke, "Who?"

"Eleanor."

I could imagine him rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. He sighed loudly, "No. I never have. She's a sweet girl, but I could never love her. You shouldn't have to ask that."

"But the pictures look so real. They look convincing enough," I whispered.

"That's because they're supposed to. But it's all fake. I've never had feelings for her."

I felt a little more comforted at his words. We both sat there for a few more moments in silence. I suddenly gathered enough courage to ask him the most important question I've ever had, "Do you still love me?"

Louis tsk-ed his tongue at me and whispered even quieter than before, "Baby...you are the love of my life."

The tears started pouring again when he said that. I'm the love of his life, and he is the love of mine. How did we come this far? Ripped apart only to be connected again with a simple phone call.

We talked for a little while about our lives now. I wanted him in my arms though, and I still do. Hearing his voice made me remember everything that I had been starting to forget. How could I even try to let go of my Lou? He means the world to me.

"Hazza?" He asked.

"Hm?"

"I don't care what anyone in charge says. We're going to get see each other soon."

I smiled, "I'd like that. Where and when?"

He thought for a moment, "Here at my place. We'll eat lunch."

I took the opportunity to tease him, "Please tell me you're not cooking."

He giggled, "Of course I am! I'm making chicken stuffed with mozzarella,  wrapped in Parma ham-"

"-with a side of homemade mash," I finished the sentence with him. The first meal that he cooked...our first official date all those years ago. I grinned at the fond memory. We also shared our first kiss that day. A kiss in the kitchen...

And that's where we left off. We said our goodbyes, and it's only been a few minutes since we hung up. I had to write right away to make sure everything was fresh in my memory.

I still can't believe Louis called me after all this time. Who knows? Maybe there really is a chance that one day we'll be free.

All the love,

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(A/N) ughhhhh I can't wait till they are finally free...

I almost cried while writing this chapter. How about you guys?

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Thanks to all those reading! <3

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