Dear Boo,
Tommorow. 24 hours. That's all until your under the ground, at peace. At least you will, I won't knowing you are dead, I'm alive because I fucking wanted chicken, I knew I should have let you have pizza. I'm a mess Boo. I can't Sleep. I can't eat. I can't move. I've been on the same sofa for a day now. I can't function. I can barely write this Boo. I need help. I've been Up all Night I can't do anything. I have lost my voice. i have a cold. i'm cold, but i'm hot. Boo I'm ill. I want to be with you, your warm. Cuddly. kind. Beautiful. Pretty. Lovely. I love you, Boo and I'm going to scream it to the world. In the next interview I'm going to come out. This is fopr you Boo, We don't need to be a secret anymore, Obivously, but I've waited long enough. I'm in your favourite Jacket that you used to wear of mine, it smells of you, I would die to smell you again, kiss you, feel you, touch you. I must stop writing Niall's coming, I love you Boo Never forget it.
Love From Hazzie
xx
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20 Days Without Boo ~ Larry Stylinson AU
Fanfiction"Louis Tomlinson well known for his singing Career in the band One Direction, has been murdered, in south London today at 8:22pm, just outside Spar. His former band members have no comment to this story." ~ Melissa Bowley (News Anchor) But does Har...
