Photograph {Harry Styles}

He snickers at his own stupidity. Why can't he just send these letters? What will be the harm in it? Maybe... Maybe he can't bring himself up to it. But why? Why, Harry Edward Styles, can you not send these letters to the most important person in your life? He says to himself, frustrated. He opens the small tattered book and begins to read his own letters.

Dear Evangeline,
I'm so sorry I haven't returned. It's been three years already. I -

No. That's too many years old. He flips to the back of the book and reads the penultimate letter he wrote.

My Dearest Evangeline,
It has almost been nine years. You have no idea how sorry I am. I cannot believe how stupid I have been, I should've returned before being in a world-famous band. If I knew, I would've come before. I will not break my promise, Evangeline, as I said on our last Day of Peace, a promise is a promise, and promises are most certainly not made to be broken. I will return, so keep your chin up. I will come back to your house, and we will do everything we would've done in the time I've been away. I swear to you, I'll be back before you know it; you are not forgotten, on the contrary.
Evangeline, there is one promise that I know I shall never break: I have not stopped taking Photographs, and I will never stop. When I am back we will fill my camera with Photographs of us, and they will never leave us.
Promise me you'll be there when I'm back.
A Promise is a Promise.
Your
Harry.

This one seems genuine. If he posts it now he'll never have to worry about it. He bites his lip, but rips the page out of the book and puts it in an envelope. He will send this, and she will recieve it.

Notes

Everything will be relvealed soon, I Promise. A promise is a promise, and promises are not made to be broken.
This story will be shorter than others, it is either too long nor too short. x

Oh, and I changed my name, I used to Be KittyCat Styles. x