"Dear Louis Tomlinson,
My name is Harry Styles, the pregnant person in the making on the other side of the ocean. Do you know who I am? Have you been in more contact with Dean Isidro, the photographer you recently worked with? He seems really fond of you. Are you fond of Dean Isidro, Louis Tomlinson? Or, are you only thinking of me, Harry Styles? I am only thinking of you, Louis Tomlinson. And all the kisses and cuddles I will give you next time you are in my arms. And my arms only. Do you remember last month, when you gave me another diamond ring, and I burst out in happy tears, and then we tried making a baby? A baby from love. Do you remember how romantic that was, Louis Tomlinson? How in love you are with me? I love love. I love you. Men like Dean Isidro doesn't understand love like I do. They only understand lust. I can see that from what he posts on his Instagram.
All the love, Harry Styles"
"Dear Louis Tomlinson,
I'm so sorry about my latest letter. I'm dealing with all these pregnancy hormones. And just the thought of you being surrounded by all these thirsty men is making me stressed. And I've read on The Google that stress is not good for pregnant people. :/ Do you still enjoy being married to me? I hope you do. Because I love you. And I miss you. My Lou Boo.
My kisses are only for you, Harry Styles"











