Dear Harry,
I wish I just knew where you were. Maybe then I could try change your mind. I would show up at your door to give you some big speech about how sorry I am or send flowers to where you are. Or even send at least one of these letters for you to read.
Niall is claiming he doesn't know but I know that's exactly what he would say if he did. He won't let me on his phone unless he's in the room, like he thinks I'll go through it just to see where you are. He's completely right. I would.
I get why he's keeping it from me, he knows that even the mention of your name is enough to make me break down. I'm not saying that to make you feel bad either. Its not like you would read these anyway.
The room is starting to lose your smell and it's the worst thing ever. I'm running out of your aftershave and I feel like I can't go and buy it because it's not the same. You didn't touch it, you didn't use it.
Fuck, Harry, I miss you. I miss your ramblings and your stupid fucking jokes that don't even make sense half of the time. I miss your deep voice and the way it soothes me. I miss it so so much. I miss not crying myself to sleep every single night because the pain in my chest won't leave. Most importantly, I hate that you're not here.
Please come back to me. I pray that whoever is up there is listening and brings you back to me because honestly, it doesn't feel like it's getting any better. That's depressing as fuck. I know I shouldn't let some guy define my happiness but it's different when you love the person this fucking much. It feels like a piece of you is missing.
I hope you're okay, Harry. I really hope you are.
Yours sincerely,
Louis Tomlinson
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Hayran KurguWhere Louis writes a letters to Harry while the band is on break Cover by @larry_smilinson Fun fact: the Dear Harry is louis' real handwriting
