Twenty One Letters To Niall

Seven Letters To Niall

Hello lovelies! I wrote this chapter in one night, and too be honest my emotions are running high. SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THE LARRY FEELS

Sorry. For some reason I decided it would be good to read Larry stories, whilst writing this and listening to sad music. So that is why we have quite a sad chapter. 

:'(

This is dedicated to SparkleStories, because she commented on every single chapter, voted for every one, on like, everything. It made me so happy :D Thank you.

The song that Charlie is talking about is at the side, and too be honest it makes me cry every single time. 

And lastly, thank all of you, for everything so far. I read all of your comments, and they make me so fudging happy it's unreal. Some of them are beautiful, and it's so nice to know that people are getting attached to my story. It makes me feel proud :') 

I love you guys x

Liam watched Niall from the sofa, as he read fan mail, again. It was strange, Niall never normally read so much fan mail. And he was acting so strangely, too. Almost distracted. Liam was worried, was something wrong with him? 

What if he was reading hate mail? Maybe that would explain why he'd lost his appetite on a number of occasions. But that wasn't like Niall at all, Harry maybe, but not Niall. And besides, if Niall was reading hate mail, why did he laugh while reading it? 

Hate mail would explain why he was being so secretive about the whole thing, however. 

Yet even as Liam thought about it, Niall slipped a red and grey bracelet from the envelope onto his wrist. No haters would send him presents, surely. Perhaps it wasn't fan mail at all. Maybe... 

Maybe it was a love letter! Yes, that would explain it. Was Niall exchanging love letters with someone? Liam suddenly felt a smirk on his face, that had to be the reason. It certainly explained his strange actions lately. He would ask about it later. 

Niall spotted out of the corner of his eyes Liam watching him, and turned and caught his eye. Liam immediately looked away, looking pleased with himself. Niall frowned. What was that about? 

Confident that Liam was no longer watching him, he pulled the seventh letter from the bundle and opened the envelope. There was no gift this time, no picture. Just a page of writing. 

He could sense immediately that it was different from the others. 

Dear Niall,

I miss her. I miss her way too much, and I think if anyone knew exactly how much I missed her they'd think something was wrong with me. 

It feels like a part of me is missing. Sure, I have Alice at school, but I've known Ruby for three years. She's almost like an extra limb. I'll get home from school, and then I'll realise that she's not here. And it's different from all those years ago, because back then I was allowed to cry, I was expected to. Who wouldn't?