Twenty One Letters To Niall

Five Letters to Niall

A/N: 

Hey hey hey! 

I'm actually so sorry for taking so long with writing this letter. Not much is happening at the moment, so I'm struggling to make much out of the letters, and I'm trying to avoid having really short ones. 

So sorry for any 'yo-yo'ing :3 I might repeat myself a bit to get the message across.  But it's finally here, so enjoy!

Thanks so much to all of you readers. I love you guys x) 

 

 

Niall was just about to rip open the next letter when he realised the one after this was thicker than the rest, bulging slightly. He prodded it, curious. 

He almost opened the sixth letter, but stifled his curiosity, making a silent vow to read the letters in the right order. One after the other. 

Maybe then he would find out why she stopped. 

It was strange, how Niall felt about the fact that Charlie had stopped writing to him. It could be any reason, really. She didn't have any time anymore, maybe. Or perhaps she simply forgot, like when you and your best friend move apart, promising to stay in touch yet you will always drift away, and one day you'll find a picture and think; I wish I had stayed in touch.

 

Niall blinked, surprised at the feeling of nostalgia that seeped through him. He had a great life. The past two years had been the best in his life. He was travelling around the world with four of his best mates, doing what he loved best. 

Yet sometimes he wished that things could go back to how they were. Without the constant judgement, the paparazzi, the feeling that everything you ever did would be scrutinized, and no matter where you went, there would always be someone watching. 

And there was the good times from home, back in Ireland, scraps of memories. Rain pattering on the window; the smell of freshly cut grass; a rare sunny day in summer; a barbecue; the sun on your back and the feeling of being safe, and at home. 

Niall sighed, shaking his head and chuckling at himself. He ripped open the top of the fifth letter, not bothering to open it neatly. 

Dear Niall, 

I'm sorry I haven't written to you in so long. I've been kinda busy, but I'm here now, and I have a lot to tell you!

Well to begin with.... Alice is a fan of yours. I swear to god, I nearly screamed when I walked into her room.  Posters, bracelets, pens, pencil cases, everything. Every single wall in her room is covered with the posters. There's this massive Louis one, which is twice the size of a normal poster above her bed, and I have no idea where she'd get one so big.

 

She's even got the full set of dolls. But I just stood there, my mouth hanging open, staring at it all. Then she looked at me sheepishly, and said;

 

"Yeah... I'm a little bit of a fan."