#xwes

[vaileria]

text; wesley m. wilson

VALE: I wasn't sure if you'd heard or not

VALE: but Stanley is at the hospital with your husband.

[voulezhq]

do i have to be on anon to shit talk darcy or can i just blow up your inbox with how much i hate harry styles too?

if you have the balls to follow through, then you can send in your complaints on or off anon. what’s your issue with harry styles anyway? it should comfort you that he turned out to be a complete asswipe to your boytoy. if he stayed as nice and sweet as the media implies, louis tomlinson would have never looked twice at you and that’s tea. 

[louiiis]

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louis unsent to wesley at 8:28pm

you seem really down lately and I don’t know what it is. feels like you’re pulling away again. I hate it. I wish you’d just let me be there for you. I don’t think I’ve loved anyone as much as I love you and I barely know a thing about you. It’s okay. I don’t need to know more than you’re comfortable telling me, but I wish you’d know you can lean on me. You don’t always have to be strong for me. I can be strong for you, too. I want to be.

[louiiis]

✿

louis sent wesley at 00:12am

can’t stop thinking about your hands on me

[louiiis]

♀

louis sent wesley at 8:02pm 

my flight’s boarding in 20 minutes. i guess this is it ?

louis sent wesley at 8:05pm

was any of it real?

louis sent wesley at 8:17pm

i never loved you the fuck back either.

[starrx]

✘

starr sent wesley at 7:58pm

YOU SUCK AT STARWARS BATTLEFRONT NOOB. GET REKT. >:D

[louiiis]

[voice message 211016: wesley wilson]

Louis: Hey… I’m sure you’re going to open your voice mail inbox and be like, wow, this guy’s clingy as fuck. I don’t mean to be annoying. It’s just, okay, Mabel came over last week and she…Well, we talked about that date you two had while I was away. Which, I mean, that’s not it, like I already knew about that. I knew when it happened, and you’d stopped sending me stuff and then you disappeared, so I’m not calling about that, not really. It’s just, she said you forgot about it? It isn’t like you. It isn’t like you to take someone out when you don’t mean to let alone forget about it, and I’m worried, to be honest. I’m really, I really worry about you and you being ghost like this is making it harder not to think the worst. Whatever it is, you can talk to me, you know that right? Or if you don’t want to, that’s okay, but please talk to someone. I hate to think that you’re going through something and you’re choosing to do it by yourself. It sounds like the kind of thing you’d do. You and me are really similar in some ways. It’s hard…for me to lean on someone else. I leaned on you, but that’s different. You’re different. So, I get that you might think you need to handle this by yourself or that you might be burdening other people but you don’t and you’re not. It’s okay to let other people in sometimes, Wes; it doesn’t always hurt. So, that’s all I wanted to say. I haven’t seen you since the festival, you know? I miss hearing your voice and I miss that dumb laugh of yours and your stupid sense of humour. There’s not a person on Earth who can make me laugh the way you do. Okay, I’m going to get off the phone now. I hate goodbyes, you know me, so I’m just going to say I’ll see you later and hope that I do.

[louiiis]

[voice message 191016: wesley wilson]

LOUIS: [Shakily] Hey, [then louder, more cheerfully] Hello, hi. Um, it’s me. Again. Wow, I had so much to say before picking up the phone and now it’s all, blip, out of mind. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m a little out of my depth with the parenting thing. I don’t know why I thought I could handle this like. I can barely take care of myself, I don’t know why I thought I’d be capable of taking care of another human being. I keep feeling like I’m going to fuck her up. You know, my dad fucked me up, and I just, what if, you know? So far, so good though. She owns my ass. I finally got some sleep. A friend offered to watch over her a few hours. I was just planning on a small nap but I passed out. Probably looked a right mess, um. Yeah, so…that’s me. That’s how I’m doing. You never came over so I figure you’re busy…or mad, I don’t know. Whatever it is, I hope you’re okay. And um, call me, you know, when you can, or if you want. Yeah. Love you, stupid.