I was laying in my bed, eyelids heavy. I kept turning around so I would all asleep. Louis and I were texting. He just woke up, where ever he was.

Me: Where are you?

I typed.

L: Colorado

Me: Ya know where I would like to be right now?

L: Where?

Me: Colorado

L: Please stop being cute. It makes my heart sad that I can't kiss you.

I smiled and typed back

Me: That is a very sweet thing to say.

L: Well I am known for being amazing

Me: Yeah and a loser

L: TAKE IT BACK

Me: NEVER!

L: Nerd

Me: What time is it where you are?

L: Like 6am

Me: What? It's like 2am here

L: Go to bed

Me: You ain't my momma

L: I can call you later

Me: I look forward to it

L: Goodnight

Me: Goodmorning

I set my phone down and fell asleep.

*****

Louis sent me a letter and a book each morning. It was always a book I told him I wanted to read, a book he thought I'd like, an original copy of a series or a sequel. His letters always made me smile. But also sad because I could sense his humor in the letter and oh how I missed him. He texted me pretty much every day. Harry called to tell me that during a concert he was texting. He also told me he was distracted all the time and always had a goofy grin on his face when he was texting me.

****

"Exactly two months now," I told Rachel. It was January 21st. Two months exactly till Louis would be back in London. She smiled.

"What movie should we watch next?"

"Silent Hill," she nodded and went to put in another film.

The next few days I was the one who was busy. I was up till at least 1:30 am every night, mixing tracks and such on my laptop. I sent some songs into the recording studio and worked with new artists and auto tuned some of their songs. I always had missed calls from Louis when I got home. Friday, after a stressful day I went out to the parking lot to see my car was towed. I started to walk home when it started to rain. I pulled my hood up but then tripped in a crack on the sidewalk and fell (with my new shoes) into a puddle. After I was about 20 minutes away from the studio I realized I left my phone there. I squished my way home. When I got there, Rachel was still gone and I went to unlock the door but my keys fell in between the cracks of the porch. I let out a low growl and walked to the shed, grabbed a ladder and drug it around the house to Rachel's window. I climbed up and hoisted it open stepping in with one foot, screaming when the ladder rung broke and then in a moment of panic I dove in the window, hitting the floor with a thud. Someone screamed from inside the house, startled, annoyed and sore, I sat up, hitting my head on Rachel's side table. I saw her sitting on her bed. With a guy. They were turned towards each other, his hair messy and shirt wrinkled, they were obviously making out.

"Sorry," I grumbled in disbelief, power walking out of the room. I set my shoes outside the door and got in the shower, processing what I just saw. I thought Rachel and Zayn had something "going on". Who the heck was that guy.