Dear Harry

Sage Marrow, one of many fans of One Direction. Living in the mind of a depressed girl, she writes letters to Harry, finding it comforting. And though she never sends them, she can't help but hope that one day he'll read them.


1. December 15, 2013

Dear Harry,

So, I know you're probably never going to read this, and I honestly don't expect you to. But I guess writing this will give me someone to talk to, ya know?

I plan to write more letters to you, even though I don't plan to send them. I know that if I sent them, you wouldn't even see them. So I'll keep them in a box hidden in my closet, so no one else can find them. If anyone found them, I don't know what I'd do.

They would laugh at me, that's for sure.

I love you. I love your smile. Your hair. Your eyes. I love how you can receive so much hate, and yet you love your fans with all the love in the world. I love how you can do that. How you can be so nice.

I love your sense of humor. I love how you can wear the strangest boots, and still manage to pull it off.

There's not a thing that I don't love about you.

In fact, it's scary how much I do love you. I love you more than I could ever love myself.

Is that wrong? To hate myself as much as I do? To love someone who doesn't even know me, more than I love myself?

I always hear how people should love themselves, and yet I can't manage to do just that.

Anyways, so I know this is short, but I didn't really want to dive into anything, ya know? I didn't want to overwhelm you in the first letter.

That is, if you ever read it.

So I'm going to end it here. Always remember that I love you. I love you more than anything in this world. I love all of you.

You helped me more than you will ever know.

I love you,

Sage ❤️

I finished drawing the small heart next to my name. The letter really was short, taking up only two pieces of notebook paper.

Setting the pen down, I quickly folded the letter without looking over it. I knew that if I looked over it, I would think its stupid and throw it away.

Then I'd have to start all over, and I've been meaning to start writing these for a long time. It's better than writing in a journal anyways, like my counselor suggested.

I grabbed an envelope, and stuck it inside, sealing it shut. On the back I wrote the date, December 15, 2013. Underneath it I wrote Letter #1.

The first of many letter I planned to write to him. To 1/5 of One Direction.

Harry Styles.

Sighing, I sprayed the letter lightly with my perfume. I've always done this with letters. I think it makes it seem nicer and more sincere, in a way.

Grabbing the old shoe box I had saved, I stuck the letter inside and shut it. I stuck it in a dark corner of my closet.

I walked back to my bed, plopping down on it and closing my eyes lightly. It was late, I had school tomorrow, and yet I couldn't seem to be able to fall asleep.

My thoughts were racing through my head way too fast, and I couldn't seem to find the off button.

I sighed, turning off the lamp beside my bed and laying down on my left side, facing the wall. I closed my eyes once more, trying to distract myself by thinking of Harry actually reading the letter.

It brought a smile to my face, that's for sure.

Just imagining all the different a ways he could react to it had me relaxing more. And just like I wanted to, I ended up falling asleep thinking one of many scenarios that had no chance of happening.

Like every night.

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