This is a small collection of one-shot letters between Louis and his band mates after his successful suicide attempt. This story shows the pain and hardship of losing a band mate, a friend and a loved one.
Niall has always been special. They called him different, strange, diseased. But he had visited many doctors, and none of them diagnosed him with anything. Niall was just scared, all the time. Paranoid, some people may call it. He swore there were monsters out to get him, and constantly lived his life in fear, never h...
"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}