“What are you thinking?”
Harry is laying on his bed with his chin in his hands and staring at the wall. “Nothing.”
“Nothing is always something, Harry.”
“I want to be with you.”
“You are with me.”
“I want to be able to touch you again,” he looks up into bleary blue eyes. “I want to be with you, without you disappearing on me at random and not knowing if we can physically touch or not.”
“There is no way for that.”
Harry is going to prove him wrong.
When Louis disappears again, Harry sits on his bed with a pencil and a piece of paper. He writes to Zayn- the one who will read it and pass it on- while thinking about Louis.
“I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault. Will God let me into Heaven when I kill myself? I love you.”
He places it in an envelope, seals it, and grabs the tape dispenser.
He tapes it to the fridge and labels it ‘To You’.
At 1:43 am, December 24th, Harry is pronounced dead.
Cause of Death is overdose.
“The greatest love stories are not those in which love is only spoken, but those in which it is acted upon.” - s.m.
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To You || l.s.
Romance"The letters are always titled 'To You' and this stranger knows everything about me. Except for my name." **COMPLETEED**
