Louis Armand: 6'1,black fluffy hair,green eyes, lean muscular build,deep voice,soft spot for you only,French-American.

Louis and you have been best friends since you were 5,him 7. You both grew up together,laughed together,cried together,and loved each other. You guys were inseparable until one day he had to move back to France. You cried and cried the day you find out he had to go,he teared up as well. You both are still in contact as hard as you try,some days go without contact. Both your messages by phone don't go through so you have to rely on letters and listening to songs that remind you both of each other. The song you always listen to is "je te laisserai des mots." it always reminded you of him.

On this evening,8pm,you both sent letters to each other,he received yours,you received his. You open the envelope and read the letter. It read: Dear (Y/N), Writing to you again,we haven't communicated in a while I know. How are you,sweetheart? I iss you,a lot,i mean i always do. My mother has been on my case recently about everything and it's starting to piss me off. School is tiring,France has been boring. I really miss you.

The letter carries on and you read it with a smile,while even though you don't know,he's reading your letter too.

you sigh and get up to go to your parents landline in the living room,where you usually call him. You're only allowed to call him twice a week. You sit on the vintage couch and pick up the landline.