Dear Louis,
I guess I should start with I love you.
I love that you know me. I love your facial expressions. I love the way you say my name. I love the way you want to tell me things. I love your smile. I love your laugh. I love that we have the same sense of humor. I love that we're on the same wave length. I love the friendly flirting. I love our conversations. I love that you care, even if it's not the kind of care I want. I love that you're never awkward around me. I love how you smell and how it lingers on my clothes. I love your hugs and how they're warm and safe. I love the way your eyes light up when you laugh. I love how you're such a geek sometimes. I love that I'm your favorite. I love that our hands fit together perfectly. I love that you're concerned about me. I love that you make me do that cliche sigh. I love how you make me burst into fits of laughter after eveyrthing you say, because you really are that funny to me. I love how you trust me. I love how we're best friends. I love that I can trust you. I love that you're close by. I love that I was able to know you.
I love you.
And I can't ever, ever tell you.
I can't tell you because you're not gay. I can't tell you because you love Eleanor. I can't tell you because Management would freak.
But most of all, I can't tell you because if I did, you would look at me real slow, like you do when you're shocked or reluctant, and say 'I'm sorry Harry, but... I'm not gay.'
And I think that would break me.
So slowly we would become farther apart until we barely speak and I would have lost you.
I just can' t do that, Lou. I can't lose you.
Love always,
Harry
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Dear Louis -_Larry Stylinson Mini Fic_-
FanficHarry just can't take being silent anymore. So he writes the letters. And he tells Louis everything. Everyday, a letter. And then he gives them to Louis. "I wanted to tell you all of my secrets... but then you became one."
