DEAR HARRY, | H.S.

Prologue - The Letter

It all started with an email...

[To: harrystylesfans@tmail.com]

[From: j.sullivanxo@bhs.com]

Date: September 12th 2015

Subject: Dear Harry

Dear Harry,

I don't know what I'm doing right now emailing a stupid celebrity. On a drunk wind, I purchased your newest CD, Four. I really can't say I've ever been a fan of One Direction. I bet you're not even reading this, so I don't feel so bad about saying that I guess.

Deciding to get the most out of the $11.99 I spent on your CD instead of more drinks, I listed to. All of it. Now here I am, emailing the one and only Harry Styles for relationship advice.

I've been with this guy for four years. Sometimes I wonder why I'm still here. I love him, I really do. I just keep asking myself if there's more. I'm mentally slapping myself for thinking this, but I'm blaming your CD. It made me question everything. It made me wonder why there's this band out there who is telling me everything I need to hear, but don't want to hear. (Does that even make sense?)

I have one main question for you, Mr. Styles. How many songs have you really written from personal experiences? Because I've heard Little Things. I know what guys like you do. You want to make women feel good about themselves, I get it. But is it real? My expectations have made a trip through the roof since I've started listening to your music and I just don't know what to do.

Do I really love my boyfriend? Because, I'm almost positive he will never talk to me or make me feel like your songs do. He'll never love me like you say you love.

I did love the album, despite the new thoughts that have been planted into my brain. I'm not even expecting a reply. I just think I needed to get it out of my system.

With low expectations,

Jamie