December 27 , 14:03
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I should've written on your birthday. I should've written on Christmas. I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
I'm sorry, Louis.
But I love you. I love you so much.
Happy birthday. I wish you were here so I could've spent it with you.
Merry Christmas. I wish you were here so I could've also spent that with you.
A few people called to ask if I was alright on those days.
I wasn't honestly, but I told them I was.
Yes, I lied.
But that date is so soon, Louis. How could I be okay. It just keeps getting closer and closer.
I'm scared, honestly. I really am.
I'm sorry this entry doesn't make any sense. My mind is everywhere right now. I don't know why I decided to even write today.
I'll write to you again soon, okay?
Sorry this is so short.
.H
YOU ARE READING
Come home. [ l.s ]
FanfictionIt's been almost two years since Harry and Louis have spoken. Almost three years since Louis had gone missing. Everyone, even FBI just assume he's dead but Harry refuses to believe it. It just can't be true, could it?