#tm17

Oli: How was the day at the studio?

Louis: Great, yeah. Wrote a bit more, recorded one.

Oli: That sounds good. You like the one you recorded?

Louis: Not sure yet. You wanna listen?

Oli: If I may, sure.

Louis: *sends audio file*

Oli: Louis...

Louis: You don't like it?

Oli: I do. But... who is the song about?

Louis: Oh, you know...

Oli: I DO know. And everybody else will know as well

Louis: Nah, could also be about E

Oli: Really? You sure about that?

Louis: Pretty much, yeah.

Oli: If I go to Twitter right now and ask in the round who you went to an Ed Sheeran concert in MANCHESTER with, you think the answer would be: oh, don't know. could be harry or elenor?

Louis: Damn. They know too much

Oli: Haha, they know enough.

Louis: Well, one for the bin then. But I can send it to Harry, right? You don't think he'll be upset?

Oli: Nah, why would he be? It's proper romantic

Louis: Good

Oli: You could change it to "we saw Ed in concert..:"

Louis: No. That one's just for us then.

Oli: Or you can "leak" it one day, when you feel rebellious

The things your heart misses and longs for..

The sound of his voice lulling you to sleep..

The sweet terms of endearment that wrapped around you like warm, fresh, cotten..

The husky Good morning baby, the time taken before the sun had risen to make sure my day started properly..

The ability to make me feel special and cherished..

The stern tone taken when I wasnt taking care of myself because I’m busy taking care of everything and everyone else..

The white hot passion burning my skin, branding my fingertips..

The laughter, the belly wrenching, effortless, giggles over the most random and mundane..

It’s cold, winter has settled in my bones, my heart is bruised, a little battered, but this too shall pass..