dear louis; l.s

letter twenty-one.

dear louis,

hello. i did read all your letter. every single one of 'em.

but the thing is, i lost hope long ago. so long ago.

probably when i started getting famous, at first it was awesome. but then, the mobbing, hate, personal-interview-questions, constant flashes of paparazzi. it all gets horrible; they all excepted something from me & i couldn't give it to 'em.

i'm tired of it, louis. tired of being famous.

this is why, i'm leaving. for ever; where? i don't know, never been dead before.

i know, this would be shocking at first and blah blah. but, i love you. shocking, right?
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you, louis, were the only reason i never gave up before. you were the only reason; now, in fact, it is my time to part and leave. even if it hurts you, or Gemma.

oh! talking about Gemma, could you give her the letter with "Gemma" on top? she's in the Technology Faculty University (a/n: idk if that exists im not british). thanks!

i'm sorry for letting you down, lou. for not being able to meet you. for not being able to be good enough.

whenever you see a white butterfly, anywhere, think of me. because that will be me, protecting you. okay?

i love you, louis tomlinson.

all the love, Harry Styles xx.
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i AM SO SORRY THIS IS THE END I NEED THE EPILOGUE AND SECOND END BUT AHHHHHHHH I DONT WANT TO END THIS.

OH ALSO, SHOULD I DO A CHARACTERS Q&A?