My Little Leprechaun (Niall Horan Fan Fiction) **Editing**

The Picture Of Us.

Kristen’s P.O.V

I opened my eyes to see Natalia’s mischievous face.

“So why wasn’t Niall invited to this party”? She asked with a devious grin.

I quickly pulled away from Harry, and both of our eyes widened. I didn’t want to kiss him, I love Niall, and it’s just that he caught me off guard.

“Please Natalia, don’t tell him. It was a mistake. A misunderstanding really” I pleaded.

“It isn’t Kristen’s fault. I kissed her, and she tried to leave, but I didn’t let her if Niall is going to get mad at anyone, then it should be me” Harry added.

“Well, the easy thing would be to tell Niall. But since I am in a forgiving mood, either you break up with him, or I tell him myself, your choice”.

I could feel a tear threatening to fall out, but I had to stay strong in front of her, I nodded my head and ran straight home. My mum wasn’t home which made me feel worse because I wasn’t going to see her for a while.

I burst into my room and grabbed a notepad and a pen. Then grabbed my suitcase, and stuffed it with clothes to last me a while. Then lastly grabbed my favorite picture of me and Niall, and put it in my pocket.

The tears were now streaming out of my eyes. I hastily wiped them away as I began to write.

“Dear Niall,

I love you so much, but you don’t know it. I understand that what happened in between you guys was her fault, and I shouldn’t have screamed at you. The truth is, Harry kissed me, I tried to back away, but he caught me off guard. I could never feel the same way about him that I do about you. Whatever the less, it isn’t fair for you, and I want what’s best for you.  I hope you find someone that you deserve. I will never forget you and I hope you don’t do the same. So, goodbye Niall. I love you.

Xx- Kristen”

I ran to the boys flat hoping they wouldn’t be there, thankfully they weren’t. I took the note, and placed It in the boys’ mailbox. I ran across the street and caught the first bus that I saw. It was a bus to Wolver Hampton. I sulked silently in my seat, pushed away tears, and stared at the picture of me and Niall. The memories. The laughs.

The picture of us.