199 Letters And Counting (Sequel to 199 Letters) (BoyxBoy

Chapter 7

A/N

Alright, I have a HUGE warning to all you readers. Especially to those already commenting how their crying right now (In which case, please don't cry I love you and have tissues). If you think what's been posted so far, well, let's just say you're in for a ride. Lovelies, the story has barely gotten started. What I have planned is much more twisted.

That's all I'm going to say because I don't want to give away what exactly is going to happen. But, I will say the real drama doesn't start this chapter (Though it may next. Hint, hint, wink, wink, nudge, nudge).

Also, before you start reading I have a HUGE and VERY IMPORTANT question I would really love to be answered to make this story correct. Was the exact day of Louis' death ever mentioned? Also, what was the time span of the dream? Sorry, I tried skimming through the book but couldn't figure it out. First person to answer will get a dedication in this book next chapter as well as any additional stories I currently have posted they would like. Thank you!

Thanks for all the support! Hope you enjoy :) You guys are amazing. Now you may read the new chapter.

~JD Xx

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Dear Harry,

Or Harold, Hazza, Haz, Har, H, Styles, Edward, Ed, E, whatever you want to be called. Dear You.

I am writing to you now-even though I doubt you will ever read this because that would mean I gave you this-unless you snuck it but you're too good of a guy to do that so I would've had to have given it to you-because I love you. I really, truly love you. So much I hurt. And it's been hurting worse lately. I don't really know why, but it is.

Watching you sing takes my breath away. Having you watch over and care for my makes me want to cry in happiness. Just you saying "hello" to me every morning makes my toes curl so I don't scream from joy. I'm in love with everything you do. I'm in love with you. Ha, and all your little things, right?

Anyways, I just am so stuck and don't know what to do. Honestly, it's not my choice to love you. I wouldn't if I didn't have to. Louis obviously loves you and it's painful to see you do back. Even though I don't think you know it yet because of all the women you bring home. As much as I love you, my inner girl ships Larry terribly hard and just wants to smash your faces together and lock you two in a room. Get rid of the sexual tension. It's maddening to watch.

I know you'll never love me. I hate it, but I know it. I've heard you describe your perfect "woman" too many times to know I don't fit. Plus, you and I are good friends but I can tell that's all you see me as. Some days though, I silently wish I'm blind to it and in reality, the looks to Louis I'm mistaking as friends and when you look at me, I'm really seeing your love. And I pretend you never say anything because you think I only see you as a friend.

It's pathetic. It's stupid. But, whatever get you through the day I suppose.

So, yeah. I love you and I can't seem to fall out of it so I'm going to write about you. Sometimes just about what you did that day or make lists about what I love about you. Don't be offended when I also make lists about what I hate-or dislike because I can't hate you-about you. I am using this as therapy to get over you. Hopefully it will work. If not.... I don't know what I'll do.

Sincerely,

Niall Horan

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Dear Harry,

Again, or Harold, Hazza, Haz, Har, H, ect. Whatever you want to be called. It has been 24 hours (Finally) since my first letter. When I started, I had a goal to only write one letter a day. Can I just say, that goal sucks?