Letter To Harry's Poem

Harry,

I have written this letter a couple of times and still, I am lost for the multitude of words that I could say. Let's start off with the fact that I am genuinely so, so proud of you. This might be the same kind of letters that you get from fans that you do not acknowledge and I guess that is okay, but I will still write this. I know that you don’t know me, but in a way, I kind of know you. I know your name, your past time in one direction, and these unbelievable stories that the press put out about you. I am so sorry that you have to go through so much and I know that you have to do things for management for publicity. I know you are strong and it gets hard sometimes, but I can see that you are going to keep fighting no matter what.

Your music has helped me through some of the worst times of my life. Which that is a story I will tell later, but anyways you have this heart that I can hear and see through your music. As I say hear it, I truly mean hear it. In the song Sign Of The TImes, I can see how you may have written this. My friend had told me that this could have been from Robin giving you advice for the future because you knew he did not have much time left. The pain and sorrow through this song is severalty there because since I have thought of that, it changed my perspective on this song. I know you have many songs out there, but I personally think that this one had stood out to me the most. When I say see you through your music, I mean that I see who you have become. I see a strong man that has been through hell and back because at least for myself, I would not have been able to move on through what the media says about you. At a certain point, I think it comes down to: who do you believe? Your friends or family that know you? Or the media that all that they have done is make up these lies? I think that you know who you are in your heart and nothing will let you change

Well, this is the reasoning and a little bit of a story. My name is Katelynn Sword or Katie I prefer. I am 15 and I live in McKinney, Texas. That is about forty-five minutes North of Dallas, Texas where you had the first stop of your North American tour. I have three siblings, two younger boys and one older sister to be exact. Two of them being full siblings and one is a half brother, the youngest out of all of us. I live with my dad and half mom, but it’s not like I have a choice. My mom had an accidental overdose. I was 12 at the time and I can remember it like it was yesterday. I remember that I was at my grandparents on August 17, 2015. We got a phone call that my sister and I needed to come home. I asked my grandmother if it was something about my mom and she said yes, but that was all she could say at the time. In the car ride to my house, I prayed so much, begging that my mom was okay. As soon as they sat all of us kids on the couch, I knew that it was not good. I stopped breathing for what it felt like all of time. I called my best friend at the time and my mentor. They seemed to help a little bit, but you know when you get the news, you are broken, inside and out. I stopped eating for a week while my dad dropped me off at my best friend's house and she practically made me eat. A week later school started for me and god it was hell. I had to leave school early that Friday to go to my own mothers