Dear Louis,
The boys visited today. They let me cry, telling me it was okay to feel things. The funny thing is, they yelled at me immediately after for the way I was living. They made me take a shower and shave. I used your body wash, it still doesn't completely smell like you. While I was in the shower the boys cleaned my room and put new sheets on the bed. I threw a tantrum because, now I couldn't smell your scent anymore. Instead of you, all I could smell was disinfectant and clean linens. I knew anybody would be grateful and happy someone would do this for them but my sadness wouldn't let me. In the end they let me keep the pillow case.
Liam cooked us all dinner and would let us all get up until we all finished our food. Even if it doesn't seem like it, I really appreciate them and all they've done to make sure I can be as okay as I can. I know they have good intentions in their hearts and just don't want me to get lost in the grief. I miss them a lot, I wonder if they miss me. I hope I can get this feeling of sadness away, love you lots.
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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*
