December 13th 2019, 10 days after Louis' death.

Dear Louis,

The bed is so cold without you, even if you aren't here to hog the duvet. I miss your arms wrapped around me, and when you would kiss the back of my neck and say goodnight. Even though you were smaller you always let me be the little spoon.

I found the note I left in the spare bathroom the day you left me. It's in my pocket, I want to read it but I'm afraid. It's already so painful Lou.

Liam came round today with Niall and Zayn, they stayed for dinner. Although we had to order because there's no food in our house. But I guess it's not our house anymore. It's my house. I don't want it to be my house, you chose this one. It's yours. It will always be yours.

Love H.