Are you a fan of One Direction?Write a letter to Louis Tomlinson

Dear Louis Tomlinson,
Hello, my name is Mia Danielle Brown, i'm a huge fan!! Everytime i hear your voice, it sends chills up and down my body......you have an amazing voice!
I love your hair, it's really cute. And your personality is great, you have an amazing imagination...
I talk about your band all the time, i'm obsessed with you, i think youre very cute!! I hope you write back!!

your fan,
P.s: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! Mia Brown

Hi Louis !

My name is Wiktoria I' m 14 years old adn I'm from Poland, Poznań. I' m a crazy directioners, I'm trying to contact you since X Factor. At the beginning I would like to say that I am not your psyhic fan who just want to marry you, but I just wanted to tell you that I love 1D music, your style this how you express yourself through music and, of course, is that you always mad. And I have a question for you, on the internet a lot of us now say that at 2014 will be 1D concert in Poland, is it true? And if so, whether the concert would be held in Poznan? Here is the largest number of your fans. If you would can please reply on my e-mail :)

P.S. I love you guys so much

Dear One Direction,

This letter will probably never even reach you. Also it may sound weird. But I just wanted to let you know my story, and what you mean to me.

3 years ago, my Dad was diagnosed with cancer. Bone cancer. My Mum was crying about it all the time, but it wasn’t that bad for me. I always got told, that God will make everything okay again. It was fine for a while, he got his treatments. The doctors said, that the cancer will be gone for at least 6 years. In that time, my, what I thought, Best Friend, told me, that she never really liked me, that she only wanted my good grades. I really loved her, that’s why I cried 3 hours, until I realized she wasn’t worth it. Because everybody was too afraid of her, no one in my class talked to me. Except one girl. She helped me through all that, and soon we became Best Friends. This could be the end actually. That’s what I thought. The end of everything bad. But no, it became worse. The chemothereapies didn’t work for my Dad, so he had to get a stem-cell-transplantation. I knew, that it was just for his own good, so I was happy, that he could get a treatment. Again, the doctors said, it will be over soon. But I didn’t trust them. I met this girl online, in November 2012. She was the one who told me about you. I listened to your songs. I became a Directioner. I didn’t really have friends anymore, so I concentrated on the internet. It went good for a while, until the doctors said again, the transplantation didn’t work out the way they wanted. He had to get new treatments. They made him feel really bad. My Mum was crying all the time. And I couldn’t take it. So I did the only thing that gave me some hold, something that I think is fun. You. I always looked up to you, and your actions. My Dad was feeling better, but he had to get a new stem-cell-transplantation. This time, one with his own, and one with the stem-cells that my aunt donated for him. Two weeks ago, he had to go to hospital for that. But it wasn’t enough, that he had to get another transplantation, no. This time, a doctor mixed the stem-cells of my Dad with them of my aunt, and injected them. But before you get someone else's stem-cells, you have to get a special treatment. My Dad didn’t get that. The doctors asked around in the whole world, but my Dad is the first person that this happened to. Now it’s even more dangerous. He could die any second. I’m really afraid because I don’t know, if my Mum would maybe commit suicide if he died. So I called the hospital, and asked them, if they could tell me first, if something happened to him. I never got called out in school yet, so I thought, if they ask me to go to the principal, something bad has happened. The day after I phoned the hospital, it happened. They called my name. I just ran away, tears in my eyes. I really thought that Daddy had died. Thank God he didn’t. But I can’t trust anyone anymore, I can’t trust my mum, if she says, she wont harm herself if my Dad dies. I can’t trust the doctors, if they say, that it will get better. I can’t trust people my age, because no one likes me. I can’t trust teachers, if they say, it will get better. I can’t trust anyone. I’m on my own.

I know, other life’s are much worse than mine is. But I just want to thank you, that you make me feel a bit better. That I can trust you. That you are something I can hold onto. Thanks so much.

Yours, to infinity and beyond,

Lara McDonald

Dear Louis,
Hey, my name is Krimzen and I am a HUGE fan of one direction. I am always listening to your music and I think that you guys are the best musicians ever! I recently got your fan mail address so now I can send you letters. Also when you were in Toronto my mom’s sister’s friend was the lady that was cleaning your room and you gave her the bottle of vodka. Now I keep that EMPTY bottle of vodka in my room (I’m that big a fan). Well I hoped you liked the letter. PLEASE write back. Love you your biggest fan,
Krimzen!