Dear Harry,
People don't stay forever, that's what I've learnt. You think they will, they tell you they will. But you're still eventually left with the ache of a broken heart and the torture of regret. You put yourself down because you feel like you could have done more. More often than not, there's really nothing you could have done, but the thought still haunts you nonetheless.

It's fucked up. All of it is. You shouldn't have had to leave so fucking soon. What about me, huh? Did you miss me? Before you left? Did you even consider how it would affect me? Liam's over here being all sanctimonious. Of course he is. He thinks he's better than everyone. Well, not Zayn, of course.

That brings me to my next subject. Why did you go? I mean, why did you initially pack your bags and leave? Was it because of me? Was it something I said that potentially derailed you? I'm going insane not knowing, Hazza. You really did take me for an idiot, didn't you?

You thought I wouldn't worry. You led me to believe you were actually coming back. How am I supposed to feel when I'm sent to a website that tells me the love of my god-forsaken life is gone?

Oh god, what do I tell Gemma? Or Niall? Harry, please help me. Anything of assistance would be great right about now. Some sort of hint as to what the fuck I'm meant to do would be highly appreciated.

Liam's setting up the movie downstairs. It's not The Notebook, sadly. I know how much you loved that movie.

Shit... "loved".

Anyway, I'll pick up where I left off later.

TTFN, I love you, from Lou.

...

We're about a quarter of the way into the movie, not even that. Liam's jabbering on about shit like "you need to move on" and "he wouldn't want you to sit around and sob all day, would he?". I'm seriously resisting the urge to punch him.

"I'm sorry, Payno. I just miss him so much. I've been writing him letters for christ sakes. If that doesn't scream "lunatic", I don't know what does."

My eyes flicker back to the screen. Dr Octavius and Spiderman are fighting on some bridge. I've seen this movie so many fucking times I could probably recite almost every line off-by-fucking-heart. "Do you think he misses me? Is it even possible?"

"If you ask me that one more time, I'll put you in a headlock," Liam answers, glaring at me. "I don't know, Tommo. If I did, you'd think I would've told you by now."

"Fucking hell, Liam. I was just asking. You don't have to be such a bitch about it," I reply, getting up to leave. Liam glances up at my retreating figure.

"Come on, Lou. You need to stop moping around like some sad little puppy. He told you to move forward, didn't he? Is that so fucking difficult?"

I can feel my fists tighten beside me. "I don't know, you tell me, Mr Know-It-All. I'm sure if it was you in this situation, you'd be asking the same sodding question, correct?"

"What's gotten into you, Tommo? Why can't you just get over yourself already? He's gone, accept that."

"What if I don't want to fucking accept it? What if me "moping around like some sad little puppy" brings him back? If not physically, then at least emotionally? Grow the fuck up and stop criticising me for loving someone."

The tension in the air is bitter and thick, much like tar. I just know he feels it, too. He goes to speak, but refrains himself.

"Louis, you and I both know that's not what I'm doing here."

"Do we? You've been up my fucking ass about it for weeks. I miss him, okay? I miss him so fucking much, and your snide little remarks don't fucking help."

"I'm sorry, Tommo."

"Whatever," I answer, storming out of the room.

...

Dear Harry,
It'd just be selfish of me to get mad at you. You've definitely been through more than I know. I'd be quite the dick if I used that against you.

Promise me something, though. Promise me that you won't let me forget? Can you do that for me, baby? It hurts inside knowing I'll never have the opportunity to cook for you again. I'll never be able to take you ballroom dancing after ages of you nagging me to do so. But I'll always remember, because you, my love, are unforgettable.

There's this one star in the sky tonight that shines bigger and brighter than the rest. Call me a hopeless romantic but I like to think it's you, watching over me. You look beautiful tonight, Harry, as always.

I love you with my whole heart, okay?

From Loubear.