Day Eleven

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December 4th 2014

Dear Harry,

Its been ten days , 57 minutes , and 14 hours since you decided to leave this crazy messed up world and go be happy and sing with the angles . I bet you have the best voice out of them all don't ya Haz ?

Eleven more days until your six feet under ground , alone , life less , but most of all forgotten . That's what scares me most , harry that you'll be forgotten and no one will remember your smile , laugh , your perfect green eyes , or your deep dimples , and that amazing singing voice that made many cry , harry what if I forget what if everything we had is wasted an thrown away ? How will I live with myself knowing I didn't remember all those little things and that I loved you . How ?

It's been a world wind of events these last week or so , you gone , treatment , and fans gone crazy over every and I mean everything. Stuff such as me and Eleanor no longer together , the death of you , my treatment , my depression , me no longer tweeting nor speaking with fans , and most of all larry everyone is talking about fucking LARrY STyLINSON at a time like this .

Harry don't be mad please , but ummm.... What really bothers me about people talking about you is that I think maybe .... You know what never mind .


Your voice is screaming every time I bring the cold sharp metal to my wrist or legs its scarring , please make it go away ?

Love ,

Louis

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