My Louis,
Okay, I wasn't serious when I said I'm mad at you about the plates. I was joking, you know that, right? You know I love you more than anything. You are my everything. Those stupid sets don't mean anything to me. But you do. So don't be mad at me love. Don't ignore me. I don't even know if you are mad at me or not. But your letter didn't come and I couldn't help but blame myself. I hate this distance. I hate that I don't know what is going on with you right now or how you are feeling. I might just be over thinking, you probably are busy in work, but if it's not like that and you are really mad at me so I'm sorry. I really am. Please write to me and tell me how you are. I got letters back from everyone back home but neither of them said anything about you. I'm getting worried babe. Please write to me. Speak to me. 9 months and 15 days. Please write to me.
I'm sorry,
Your Harry.
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Letter To My Lover [L.S]
Fanfiction**Completed** Love story of two separated souls, trying to hold on despite the distance between them. Au where Harry and Louis write each other letters continuously till they see each other again.