Twenty One Letters To Niall

One Letter to Niall

NOTE: I STARTED THIS A VERY LONG TIME AGO, WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN (TWELVE?) AND IT STARTS OFF PRETTY DUMB. on account of me being a lazy ass and not updating, it is still going today but with hopefully (?) quicker updates, but aLSO BETTER ONES I PROMISE STAY WITH ME FRIEND THE CARROTY EDGE LEAVES AFTER A WHILE ok thank you for reading

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so far, we have versions of the story in Dutch, German, Hungarian, Indonesian, and Spanish, so make sure to check those out!

I'M BACK AGAIN SORRY: i've been getting messages about the Hungarian translation, so just to let you know, yes, that one is finished! I spoke with the translator and basically outlined the rest of the plot (because i'm lazy and haven't written it yet) and she went ahead and finished it! it's not the same as this one will be, of course, but it is really great and if you're really desperate for more updates and can speak Hungarian, then go get in on that. (just don't forget about me, aw)

Dear Niall,

 

I know, that you'll probably never read this. And I know, that it probably won't be different to what anyone other girl has ever said to you before. But I guess it gives me someone to talk to.

 

I love you. I love the way you smile, talk, laugh. I love the way you find absolutely everything funny, and the way that when you smile it reaches your eyes. Makes them sparkle. I love the fact that you aren't afraid to show your emotions, not afraid to cry, or to just simply laugh at everything. I love how sweet and kind and caring you are. I love your cute Irish accent. 

 

I'll spend hours, just lying in bed at night and wishing that I could meet you. But then I wouldn't know what to say, y'know? Knowing me, I would probably stand there looking gormless.  Because I'm a idiot. The girls at school say they would have a lovely conversation with you if they did, maybe wink or toss their hair over their shoulder, and then you'd all immediately fall in love with them. 

 

But then they say a lot of things. 

 

Sometimes, when I'm feeling my worst, I turn on a song like Stand Up, and it'll make me feel so much better. It's strange, how a song can change your mood from sad to happy. That's what I love about music. Your songs make me feel happy, they make me feel, I don't know, alive. No, glad to be alive. I wish I could go to one of your concerts.

 

I wish I had someone to go with. 

 

I don't know why I'm writing this really, because you're never going to read it. But now I've written it, I might as well send it to you, huh? 

 

Anyways, Jade is calling me down to dinner. I'll have to stop writing now. 

 

Maybe I'll write to you again. Or maybe I won't. We'll just have to see. 

 

Lot's of love, 

 

Charlie  ♥

 

 

Niall put down the letter, confused, yet touched at the same time.

There was a small date on the back of the envelope; 5th of December 2011. Almost a year ago. It was strange. Why did it come so late? Why did it not come with all the other fan mail? Why is it that there were 20 other letters that came simultaneously in the post with it?  How did it even get delivered to the hotel?

But even as he read it, something about made him feel warm inside. He loved getting fan mail, especially ones like this. He looked at the other letters, each one in the same slightly scruffy handwriting, with the same first class stamp, same envelope. All of them had dates on the back, and it seems he had picked up the first one by luck. 

"Niall?" 

Niall jumped, and dropped the letters quickly. Liam was standing in the hotel doorway, quizzical look on his face. "The car's here. Coming?" 

Niall nodded quickly. "Sure. I'll be right there." He said. Liam grinned, shoved his hands in his pockets, and strode off. Looking at the twenty one letters that now spilled across the soft white carpet, Niall sighed. Why did he jump like that? It was only fanmail. Nothing wrong with reading it, right? 

But as he gathered them letters up, putting them in order of latest date first, he realised why he did jump. It seems like the girl, Charlie, was pouring her heart out in these letters. And they were meant for Niall's eyes only. 

So instead of leaving the letters on the desk where someone could find them, he shoved them under his pillow. Obvious, he knew, but he was in a rush, and the boys were waiting and he didn't have time to find a better hiding place. He grabbed his room keys, and headed out the door, thinking about the letters from a girl he didn't know, letters that seemed like they touched his heart inside, the ones that he would read when he got home. 

He was looking forward to it.