Oh can't you tell I haven't slept very well since the last time that we spoke. You said please understand, if I see you again don't even say hello. Please.//
So maybe I shouldn't have left you on the table next to me, while I was sleeping? Louis not Liam, Louis picked you up. The fuck for? He stayed with you, in his hands reading the poems I used to write but I would scratch out because they didn't make sense to me, and he took me out the hospital. I was in a wheelchair, I cut my thighs with a little glass thing from a flower vase. So they stitched up my right thigh, I could barely move but its whatever. He took me to the pole where he wrote my name at, may I mention he didn't spell my name right? 'Harryold Styles Tomlinson' and over the y in Styles is an e. He's an idiot I swear, but later on Liam took me out. Took me to get dinner. When we got back, I took a roll down to the pole. I scratched out 'Tomlinson' and at the bottom I wrote 'We were never forever.' I know. Really deep Harry. Really deep. Let's just keep our fingers crossed Simon doesn't find you okay? XX Good night.
~Confused asf Harry
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Dear Diary
FanficDear Diary, Sometimes, I start to wonder what would've happened if I didn't audition. Louis is always telling me not to worry, he would've found me anyways.
