Dear Harry | LARRY

chapter three

Dear Harry,

I feel like I'm going crazy or just obsessed. I finally caved into Niall's offers to leave the house but I'm forcing him to go to Starbucks where I get those stupid healthy drinks that you always used to get. It's green and they taste like shit but it makes me feel close to you.

I'm using your lavender soap when I shower so my skin smells like how yours did when I would snuggle into you. I'm also spraying your pillows and our blankets with your aftershave so it seems like you're in the bed with me.

I know I might sound like a bit of a pussy right now but the truth is, you're the love of my life and you have been ever since I was eighteen years old. We were just kids when we fell in love. I'm a fucking idiot for fucking up the way I did, Harry, I hope you know how sorry I am.

I've been writing music and I wish more than anything I could show you. You've always been my number one supporter when it comes to my song-writing. You're my muse and usually, my biggest fucking fan.

I miss our late night talks where we would just drink bottle after bottle of wine and talk shit about everything and anything. It was just so easy with us. We just had this bond where we could speak without saying a word at all, our connection was stronger than anything I had ever experienced before. Where did it go wrong? When did it get to the shitty point of where we are now?

I'm dreaming of you more often and I'm finding myself trying to sleep more than being awake just so I can see your beautiful face. God, I miss you, Harry. I know I keep saying that but I just wish you were here. I wish I could just touch you. I'm so sorry.

I would do anything to take back what I did to you. I can never stop being sorry.

Your sincerely,
Louis Tomlinson