December 10th 2019, seven days after Louis' death.

Dear Louis,

I'm surprised honestly. That I made it seven days without you. Ever since those words were said...

"Time of death... 17:26"

I wanted you to wake up. But you didn't. I begged them to do more but they just stopped. I lost you. I lost the one person who lit up my entire life with just their smile.

I haven't moved any of your stuff. It's yours. Sometimes I forget. I will go to touch something of yours you normally don't want me messing with and then I realise you should be telling me to keep my hands off but then I remember you're not here anymore.

It still hurts. Everyday.

Liam came round today. He used the spare key you always kept in your locker at the studio because you forgot it so much. He made me get up and shower, he told me I stunk which I think was quite rude but I couldn't exactly disagree.

He misses you too. I could tell every time he saw you in a picture, I saw him frown and he looked down. We all miss you.

Love H.