hundred letters - harry styles

Letter 18

Songs:

Same Mistakes - One Direction

More Than This - One Direction

Bad Day - Justin Bieber (don't hate me)

Just Give Me A Reason - Pink

Dear Daisy,

Today I've been at my new office to hand them my 'short story' or whatever you wanna call it. The office is massive and I have an own desk in a room with four others.

There's this guy called Dan, he's very nice, he just moved here all the way from America and to be honest his accent gets on my nerves. But besides that he's a sympathetic guy. His desk is full of photographs, most of them are of his kids. He said he has a daughter and a son. I didn't really ask him to tell me his life story but it was quite refreshing to hear about other peoples life's. His wife is still in America packing the last stuff until she'll finally join him here in London. I didn't catch his wife's name but I think he said her name was Barbara. Anyway, Dan is a nice guy and I'm glad I get to share my new office with him.

One of the other four people is Anne, she's quite the bitch of the office. She wears those extremely short dresses and her make up is hideous. I wonder why they even accepted someone like her. She doesn't fit in here at all, I think the only reason she works here is because she probably fucks the boss. It would match with her attitude and looks.

The other woman is Susan. She's quite old, about fifty or so. But she's very nice, she more the generous grandmother. She made cookies for everyone, which I found quite strange since she doesn't know the people here. But she's ok I guess.

Then there's Alex, he's thirty and was born in Madrid. He told us about all the places he's already been to. He visited about five cities in Africa and plenty of others in America. He said when he was in Brazil he found the love of his life and that he wants to marry her. He didn't ask her yet though. I found it kind of cute when he said that he always thought he would find the love of his life in London, but then she actually waited for him on the other side of the world. Alex is a quite interesting man, he's very nice as well.

So now you know who I work with, I like working again actually. This week has been very busy planning, writing and everything. I kind of get to feel the real life again. I have to get up in the morning and put some nice clothes on, I have to go out and talk to people. I do all the things I used to do back in the days, the ones I thought I'd never do again. I keep my mind busy with other things and then when I get home, I tell you how it's been, I smile at pictures of you I put on the walls. But I don't cry, I don't have the energy to. I'm so tired that I don't feel like crying anymore. I found a way to escape this hell of a cycle. I'm glad I did.

Now about the flat, I still search like crazy. I want to move out so badly, I want to begin a new life and let the past be past. It's already the 18th of January. My new year resolutions have to become reality, I have a new job which is a good start, but I need a new flat. The flat is a much bigger thing than the job. It's hard to find a not too expansive flat in London, especially when you want it to be close to your work and in the city. But I think at the end of the day I'll find a flat, I'll find a beautiful one, where I will love to wake up. I think I'll find one where there is place for one or two photos of you, I want a flat where I create new, happy memories. Where there won't be your toothbrush anymore. I will have to let go of a lot. And I will surely will need help, I think I couldn't bring myself to throw things away. Things you once considered as important.

I called your parents to tell them about my first day at work. They sounded proud of me, your mother said I'm glad you like it there, I'll go and visit you one day it really made me happy to hear that they are as excited as I am. It's crazy how our relation changed since your death. We hear from each other every day, they tell me how their day has been, I tell them about my day. They're like the parents I always wanted to have. They hug me when I come over for dinner, they smile at me and want the best for me. Your father always tells me how much he loves your mother, he looks at me and tells me that one day, I'll find someone again. I don't think he's right. I really can't imagine loving a woman again, I don't want to if I'm honest. I will be happy, but surely not the kind of happy I was with you.

I love you Daisy

I think I'll update tomorrow again, I just feel like writing this weekend! Let me know what you think of the letter! The next few letters will obviously be about Harrys job and stuff, I'm sorry if you find it boring.
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