Don't Let Me Go

tears of fans.

Dear Reader,

I'm not sure how Harry wrote. He wrote to months, but I'm writing to you.

Ever since she died, Harry was depressed, even if he didn't want to admit it. He didn't try anymore, which led to a lot of bad things.

People come and go in our lives. Even if we don't want them to. We look for things we've never seen. We can't ever understand, even if we think we got the hang of it. Someone always proves you wrong.

I believed that things happened for a good reason. No matter what happened, something good will come out of it.

Harry proved me wrong.

Soon after she died, maybe five months later, in June, Harry had taken his own life. Right then, I didn't know what to believe in any more.

After Harry's tragic death, the band split. It wasn't the same with the curly-haired lad. We went our separate ways.

Harry left the four of us one thing. He left me his journal. I don't know what he wanted me to do with it, so I decided to write his last entry for him.

His goodbye entry.

I don't plan on sharing it with anyone. I couldn't possibly give away Harry's thoughts to anyone. He trusted this journal with me. I'm not going to let him down.

Tears of fans continue to be seen across every social media there is. I felt bad for them. Apparently to some of our fans, we saved their lives. But I refuse to believe that.

As much as I love our fans, I don't think I could save a life. I couldn't save her's or Harry's, how could I save millions all at once with just my voice? I couldn't possibly.

If you're reading this right now, I hope you have a better life than she did. Stay happy; stay positive. Just stay. If not for yourself, do it for the people who love you. I love you. I'm sure Harry would too.

A regretful boy who couldn't save a life,

Niall Horan.