The Letters

Chapter 4: Letter One

Harry's P.O.V.

The boys and I finally have a day off in New York City. We're all in our hotel room that we're sharing, still in bed. Louis and I are in a bed, Liam and Niall are in the other, and Zayn is on the couch because Perrie is flying in today and they're going to get there own room.

The door opens and Paul walks in with an envelope in his hands.

"A girl at your concert gave this to me last night and told me not to give it to you until today so here it is." He says and hands it to Liam.

"You have the whole day off so you can do whatever you want as long as you don't leave the hotel without a body guard." He says and leaves the room.

"What does it say?!" Louis asks and sits up in bed.

Liam shrugs and opens it up and pulls out a letter and begins to read.

"Dear Harry, Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn,

I don't know if you'll ever actually read this but my name is Paige Wilson. I'm fifteen years old and I live in Connecticut. By the time you're reading this I'm most likely dead right now, meaning I killed myself. I guess I should explain why.

I had this friend; his name was Lucas. We've been friends since seventh grade so a pretty long time. We were really close too; I trusted him with everything.

One day we were talking and he asked me for nudes. Of course I said no right away but he kept asking over and over again.

See I'm a very insecure girl about absolutely everything about me and he knows that so he called me beautiful and said I was perfect and all this other crap. Eventually I sent one. But it was a full on nude; I still had a bra and pants on so it really wasn't that bad.

The next night he texted me and said if you don't send me another picture I'll send the first one out to all my friends. I didn't want that. I didn't even want to send the first one to him. But there was nothing else for me to do. I sent it; this time with no bra on.

A week went by and I hadn't heard anything from him until one night. He told me if I didn't send him one completely naked he would send the first two pictures out to everyone, post them on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, and even send it to my dad. I told him that I would rather kill myself then send it to him and he said he didn't give two shits. I ended up sending him the picture but the next day I told my mother everything that had happened. Naturally she started freaking out and she called my dad and told him what happened. While she was doing all of that I was sitting on her bed sobbing while screaming I want to die.

My dad came right home from work and we went to the police station. I had to repeat what happened to them many times until they finally let me go home.

When my mom told my sister, Alexandra, what had happened she screamed, "I'm going to kill him!"

Lucas got arrested and was charged with child pornography and a few other things. He was suspended from school for ten days, had to see a probation officer for six months, and he had to write me an apology letter than I'm pretty sure his father wrote for him and he isn't allowed to talk to me until he's 18.

A few weeks later, everyone at school found out what happened but not the truth. They thought I just sent him nudes because I wanted to and when he threatened to send them out to people I went crying to my parents and got him arrested.

At first being called a whore hurt a lot but then I grew used to it; it became normal for me. I would be walking down the halls or sitting in class and I would feel people staring at me and I would hear them talking about me.

Some of my friends started acting weird around me. One of my friends even called me a whore. Everything was different.

When Lucas came back to school after his suspension he did everything possible to make me uncomfortable without violating his probation. He would stare at me in the halls and smirk at me. When I would be with my friends somewhere in school he would make sure he would talk to my friends. He made my life hell but there was nothing anyone could do. And when he wasn't making my life hell, his friends were. They were mad at me because I got their friend arrested and according to them it was all my fault.

I became depressed fast. I started self-harming. My parents made me go to a therapist but I pretended that everything was fine and that I was fine and they believed me.

I didn't just kill myself because of what happened with Lucas. My parents wanted me to be perfect in every way possible. They didn't understand that I'm just a teen. They put too much stress on me and it got to be too much.

It's been a little over a year since everything with Lucas happened and throughout this year there were moments when I was happy but they never lasted long. I just

wanted to be out of my misery.

I was burden to everyone anyways. My friends shouldn't have to deal with my depression. Nobody should. It was time for me to go. It might have been the easy way out but nobody has to worry about me again." Liam pauses and looks at us.

I look away and wipe away the tears that were threatening to come out of my eyes and I see the other boys do the same.

"Is that it?" Niall asks quietly and Liam shakes his head and begins reading again.

"I didn't write this letter to get pity from you because that's not what I want. I want you to know that you are a big part of why I made it this long. When I got the tickets to your concert I decided that I would kill myself the day after so my last memory would be a happy one.

Each and every one of you are absolutely amazing. You save so many lives everyday and you don't even know it. Keep on doing what you're doing and never give up. Don't let what the haters say bring you down; they're just jealous of you. I love you all. Thank you for everything you've done for me.

Love,

Paige Wilson."

We sit in silence for a minutes not knowing what to say.

"We're going to her funeral." I finally say and they all look up at me and nod.

I grab my laptop and look up her name on google. The first article is her town website.

"It says here she lived in Jackson, Connecticut and the funeral is in two days." I tell the boys.

"Start packing, boys. I'll go tell Paul what's going on." Liam says then stands up and walks out of our room.

Nobody makes a move to start packing until I finally close my laptop and get out of bed.

We might not have known Paige but she was one of our fans and we love our fans more than anything and we care about them so much. We just want them to be happy.

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I have chapter five written and I'm starting to write chapter six, so when I get more votes and comments I'll post them.

Dedication and shoutout to @imagineedirection because I coown the account AND because one of my best friends Maya that also coowns that account is always begging me to update this and y'all should go follow and read her fanfic. Ilysm, Maya.

Ily all

-Emmie xx