Letters to Harry // L.S

16

Louis stood in the middle of a circle of at least 50 people. All of his little anxieties were coming back.

He coughed nervously, rubbing his sweaty hands on his black suit. "Good morning everyone, my name, my name is Louis Styles. I'm uh- I'm H-" before he could finish tears began streaming down his face.

He breathed deeply in and out, trying to calm his nerves. "I'm sorry. I'm Harry's former husband. He passed away 8 months ago, due to a shootout at the bar down the street." Louis wiped the tears off of his face and took another deep breath.

"I promise I won't make this cheesy," he laughed nervously. "Um, Harry Styles was just the most amazing person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. I couldn't have chosen a better person to spend my life with. But, of course we can't always get what we want"

Louis mentally high-fived himself for keeping himself together. "He was absolutely beautiful, and so, so talented. He had the voice of an angel, and having the opportunity to hear him sing his heart out is more than I could ask for. Having him love me was more than I could ask for. And his heart, his heart was so big. We couldn't walk past any charity foundation or a homeless person without him donating money to them."

"I've never met someone so dedicated to helping others. He would put anyone else's needs in front of his. It's an absolute shame that someone so amazing, beautiful, and golden hearted would have their life ended in the blink of an eye." By now Louis was in tears. "I'm sorry, Anne could you please speak for me?"

With that he walked quickly out of the circle of people and to his car. He drove back to his lonely flat without bidding anyone goodbye.