Harry died at the young age of 17. It was a shame, he had so much to give. He was smart, beautiful and kind but he grew tired of worrying, tired of feeling insecure and tired of living.
So he stopped it all.
He finally did what was on his mind for...
I'm going to be honest, I'm struggling. I've been down all day, all week even. Zayn has come round multiple times offering me fifa tournaments but I just can't, not when I feel guilty.
You lied to me a lot Harry, so much that I'm pretty sure my heart is taped together with your lies.
I'm happy Everything is fine
You always said that but you never meant it, did you?
I know you went through some terrible times that no one should have to experience, but I could have been there to help you through it.
If we went back in time would you be honest with me?
The only problem is, I don't know wether I would want you to be. I don't think I could handle the truth. That's why I've sat alone all week, with the only feeling of guilt.
What if the truth was that you hated me and you thought I was a screwed up mess? Because if it is that, then I don't want to hear it. I would break if you told me you wasn't fine. I would crumble if you told me you hated me. I think I would rather you tell me a lie, another one of your many lies.
It's selfish, I know.
I'm conflicted because I could've saved you but I know deep down I would rather see you as happy-go-lucky Harry. You knew that it broke me when I saw you cry.
The truth could have saved you.
But the lies saved my memory of you.
This is a short letter Haz, I'm sorry about that but I just I can't keep writing these. It hurts because for some stupid reason I think I'm going to get a reply but I'm not. I never did even when you were here... it was all just lies.
I'm pretty sure this letter doesn't even make sense, that's how much you've messed with my head.
I'll be trying to figure out the truth forever,
Louis.
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