Dear Louis,
The littlest things get me so upset now a days. For example today when I realized your pillow is loosing its smell of you, green apples and your body wash, I started sobbing. I still have your body wash in the shower but, somehow it doesn't smell like you anymore. Today when I saw your toothbrush I got so upset, I punched the wall so hard it bruised my knuckles and made a dent in the wall. All I could remember was how beautiful you looked every morning in front of our mirror while you brushed your teeth. Now I can barely get up to brush my own teeth. God, I don't even remember the last time I was able to shower. I really need you here with me right now.
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100 days without you
FanfictionA story in which Harry writes letters to Louis for 100 days to try to get over him. *TW: DV, SUICIDE, SELF HARM*
