"Hey, Harry.
I know you're angry at me and I just need to tell you something. So please don't throw this letter in a bin before you read everything, okay?
I wasn't cheating on you, you silly boy.
Yeah, I distanced myself from you because I was working hard. Really hard. Only for our happiness in future.
And I feel guilty for not telling you right at the beginning, but I couldn't. I'm sorry, Harry. I couldn't. Although, the fact that you easily believed some bullshit that I cheated on you, really hurt me. I wasn't crying, no, because you know what happened with me and my family, but I was upset. And I care about you and I love you.
The thing is, I planned to ask you to be my husband today. I was so, so ready, but when I came, you told me to go and never come back again. I'm unsure now. And I don't have the guts to ask you, so I will ask you through the letter.
Harry Edward Styles, would you be my husband?"
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Lonely | Narry
FanfictionA story which describes Harry's life in just a few sentences. (Harry and Niall aren't famous in my story.) (Chapters will be short because, well, this is a short story.) (Don't copy or try to steal my story, because I wrote it all.)
