Dear Louis,
It's late right now, but I needed to write this. I need to let you know that I'm okay. This is probably going to be a very short letter, but I don't care.
There is a rumor going around that I've been trying to get into Taylor Swift's pants, and I have no idea where this is coming from. I haven't seen her since quite a bit before we split up, and that was just physically SEEING her. I didn't even talk to her.
I don't think people realize that we are done. That I'm done. That One Direction is over, and I am not singing anymore. Any more time that those paps spend on me is time poorly wasted, and I wish they could see that.
Speaking of seeing someone, I met a girl today. She had wavy dirty blonde hair and chocolate eyes, and she was beautiful. Her name is Tami. I think I might be able to move on. She might be able to get me into the flow of regular time, and this makes me happy. I know it will make you happy, too.
Tami doesn't care if I'm "famous". She barely knew who I was until I told her. I know her and I only met today, but I need to move on. Maybe I'm rushing things, but I don't care. I need to feel somebody's love, even if it's fake.
Infatuation? Love? It's all the same thing, really. I need it. And, honestly, I think Tami can give it to me. It won't be as great as your love, nor as passionate, but I have to move on, right?
I. Have. To. Move. On.
Maybe I'll ask her on a date in a few days. Then I might be able to tell if she will actually be able to give me what I need.
Anyway, I told you this would be short. I have to go.
I love you,
Harry
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100 Letters To Louis // Larry Stylinson
Fanfiction{ONGOING} It's been ten years since One Direction broke up and lived their own lives. Larry Stylinson never did come out, but the boys still loved each other even after they moved on to new families. One afternoon, Louis' fiancee finds a box of lett...
