Day 2

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Today Eleanor practically broke down the door. I wish you hadn't gave her that spare key.

The second I heard footsteps in the hall I buried myself into the pillows. I knew I probably looked terrible, and lets face it I haven't eaten or drunk anything. I haven't even rose to use the restroom.

When Eleanor walked in I thought maybe she was going to be a sympathy kind of person like I figured everyone else would be like.

But instead she screamed and yelled nasty things.

"Harry you fucking bitch you're the reason Louis is dead right now!"

"I hope you know I will never ever see you again! You're the reason why Louis and I could never be fucking happy. Damn you, you ruined everyone's lives."

"You should live the rest of your life in fucking shame. Thanks a lot for everything Harry. Really, thanks."

When she left the room I screamed into my pillow and cried some more.

Was I really the cause of your death? No no someone murdered you. That had to be the case.

Now I'm worried you'll never come home will you. I'm growing in guilt over her harsh words.

Personally I've never even liked Eleanor, Louis. I had always wished that you would break up with her so we could finally start something.

But the chance never came.

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