Dear Louis,
I don't remember much of last night. All I know is that I stayed home and pulled out some beer. It wasn't even wine or liqour or any of the good stuff. Just plain, disgusting beer.
I was probably trying to drown myself with the alcohol. I tend to think up things like that as the sun dips down to the trees. Whatever the reason was, there is one thing I remember from it. I remember feeling something. I don't even know what it was. It was just... Something. Something besides this dead-ness that I normally feel.
Anyway, I should go eat dinner. Good night.
Love,
Harry
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100 Letters To Louis // Larry Stylinson
Fanfiction{ONGOING} It's been ten years since One Direction broke up and lived their own lives. Larry Stylinson never did come out, but the boys still loved each other even after they moved on to new families. One afternoon, Louis' fiancee finds a box of lett...
