Dear Louis,
The bottle looks so innocent.
It's orange. The pills are white. It's casting a faint shadow over the white porcelain counter. The light seems too harsh, the floor too clean, the air too stale.
I can see myself in the mirror.
My eyes aren't green. I don't know why. They're sort of black, and rimmed with red. It's because I've been crying.
Whatever I do, I say, it's not you're fault. It's mine. I'm not strong enough to fight this. I'm sorry, Lou. I'm so, so sorry.
Do you know what it's like, sitting back and watching the person you love, love someone else? It's absolute hell, I'll tell you that. It's torture. Every time I see her with you, it feels like I've been kicked in the chest a million times repeatedly, and my heads throbs erractically. It's not that I don't like her, she's a lovely girl, Lou, and I'm glad that you found somebody like that to love. Maybe it's simply my jealousy speaking, but I feel as if I could love you better. I've always been there, through good and bad and everything in between.
She loves you. But I love you more.
My love for you is so strong it's killing me slowly inside.
There's nothing left for me.
I guess this is it.
I'm picking up the pills now. I don't what to do. Do I just... swallow them? Too many, until I feel my life slipping away? It seems so wrong, that a life that was so hard, so long, so special, can be gone with moments, by just swallowing too many of those deceptively innocent white pills.
I left all my letters downstairs, on the couch. You'll see them. Please Lou, I need you to know. I want you to rush upstairs, cradle my head in your lap, look down at me with those eyes I get lost in. I want you to be the last thing I see, the one I die with.
We only live once. I was lucky enough to spend some of that life with the person I love more than anything.
God, Louis, I love you so, so much.
I just put the first on my tongue. It tastes bad. I'm scared.
The second.
Third.
Fourth.
The door just opened.
Everything's getting a little fuzzy. It's hard to write.
I love you.
I love you more than you could ever, ever know.
Goodbye, my Louis. Live for me.
Love always and forever,
Your Haz
P.S
I'll be waiting for you
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Dear Louis -_Larry Stylinson Mini Fic_-
FanfictionHarry 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."
