Demon // [Harry Styles AU]

26 // Red

To: Haven_V@gmail.com

From: Sadface Emoji

Dear best friend,

It's been 10 years since we met. And I never shared more with someone than I did with you. Not just information about my life, but also unforgettable experiences.

I remember the first time we met. I was twelve years old, it was one week before my birthday. I was walking down the street with a bunch of my extremely cool friends when I saw you. You were wearing a purple dress, with black stockings and bright red shoes. We all laughed, because it looked stupid. My best friend at the time, Ian, even pointed it out to you. But you couldn't be less interested in his comments, which intrigued me. Because, well, Ian was a mean guy. And everybody had a reaction to his words, from crying to fighting. But you just looked at him, and looked away. Ian didn't like that, so he walked up to you and ripped your left shoe off of your body. You looked startled, not expecting it to go that far. You politely asked if you could have your shoe back. Because that's just how you were. You were nice to people, even if they weren't nice to you. But Ian didn't give you back the shoe, he threw it into the pond next to your house.

I was too afraid to say anything, even I got scared by Ian sometimes.

I felt so guilty, so, so guilty. That when my mum asked me what I wanted for my birthday the next week, I asked for a pair of red shoes. I even gave her a picture I found on the internet of shoes that looked exactly like yours. My mumdidn't question my intentions, and without knowing why I wanted the shoes, she bought them for me.

On August 29th, my mum gave me a navy blue box, with a white ribbon around it. I asked her if it were the shoes, and she gave me a excited smile. I didn't open the box, I just ran out the door, hurried my way to the other end of my street, and knocked on your door. Gigi opened, and asked if she could help me. I told her I needed to deliver a birthday present to a girl living here.

And there you were, peeking your head around the door. We had never met before. You didn't even see me that first day when Ian took your shoe.

I gave you the box, and you opened it. The face you made is still how I see you. Excited, careless, beautiful.

I entered your house, and I never really left again.

A lot has happened since then, my friend.

We grew up. We loved and hated. Smiled and cried. Ran and sat. Climbed and fell. But we all did it together, not once letting go. And even at times I knew you didn't need me, I kept close, always wanted to protect you from all the Ian's yet to come.

I've had you on my mind since we split our ways. And I wrote this e-mail to tell you that no matter how bumpy life gets, we will put on our sparkly red shoes and we will kick some ass.

I miss you, Haven. I hope we can someday talk. I want to know everything about your adventures in Amsterdam. I want us to be us again.

Love, Liam.

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Sorry for any spelling mistakes. Love u guys<3