Louis Tomlinson was trying his hardest to be strong. He was always depressed because of hate from the fans. Every night, he felt like angels were singing to him as he cried himself to sleep. His life was miserable and no one knew about it. That he was sad, he cried everyday...that his smiles, his laughs were nothing but fake. He held it in, unsure of what the outcome would be. His thoughts on his life often were: "What if I were to just not wake up today?" or "What if I wasn't here? Would the boys even miss me?" He knew it would never get better. If he were to quit the band...fans would eat him alive. If he continues in the band...hate would just continue to roll in. What else could he do that would stop the hate, the pain, everything...forever? He made up his mind once the boys found out...