Dear Zayn,

You left.

I can't say I'm surprised. It seems to me that the writing was on the wall and it was only a matter of time. I can't be the only fan who saw it coming, but maybe I was based on the reaction.

I'm not what everyone labels as a "directioner." I'm a fan, I like the music. But it's more of a nice background sound than an obsession. No judgment, though. It's the sound of five different styles (no pun intended) blended together. Something tells me that your sound is very different.

Part of me is writing to you based on the fact that you actually left. But the other part is writing because I have to. It's an assignment for a creative writing class I'm taking at University. It's my first year, my first semester. So although I think this assignment may be strange, I'm not pushing any boundaries. Just give me my grade and I'll be on my way.

The professor asked us to write a letter to someone famous that we admire, someone we identify with. At first I thought she was nuts. Who in the crazy world of fame and fortune could I possibly identify with? And then you left. I realized the moment I read the headline that I would have done the exact same thing. I would have walked away at the peak, the pinochle of success, because that's when the pressure is the highest. That's when breathing is the most difficult and all eyes are on you.

No thanks.

I wouldn't be able to handle the pressure, the scrutiny. And maybe that's why you left. Or maybe not. Whatever, my thoughts about your life don't really matter. I just wanted you to know that it makes sense to at least one person in this world. Me.

Anyway, I hope things even out soon. Maybe this is the beginning of a better life, a more peaceful life. I wish you all the best and hope for your happiness,

Sincerely,

Sara

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I can't promise regular updates. This was a literal seat of my pants kind of whim, but it sounded so fun I had to give it a try!!

Let me know what you think! ✏️