Twenty One Letters To Niall

Eight Letters To Niall

Hello beautiful people! 

The amount of votes and comments in the last chapter, seriously, I was running round the room dancing and being happy

But then I wasn't happy, because this chapter was so hard to write. Like, the most I could do was add like a sentence a day and then I'd probably delete a couple of paragraphs every now and then. Then I realised that I wasn't very nice and I had to upload soon so I like, chained myself to the computer. 

Arghgghghtrhtyh

That's my feelings for this chapter, I'm sorry D: It's really bad in my opinion, but hey. 

There's a quote at the beginning because Finnick is my baby and I like quotes, heh. The song at the side is there because.. I like it a lot and I think it really fits the chapter. 

Chapter is dedicated to xibeliebin1Dx because she's amazing and awesome and go fan her right now :P

Oh, oh, I forgot!

I need help deciding on my new story! I have four ideas (it's a lot ik) and I can't decideeeeeee! I've been writing little bits and first chapters of them all, and I probably will write most if not all of them in the future, but I don't know what to do at the moment D: 

Well, this is a long autor's note already so maybe I'll tell you more in the next chapter

idk

I'll shut up now, haha :) Byesie byes! xx

“It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.” 

- Finnick O'dair

The Hunger Games, Catching Fire

Suzanne Collins

Niall couldn't sleep.

He wanted to read the rest of the letters, but he was scared. He didn't want to read those letters and know that she's stopped writing and the reason couldn't be good. He didn't want to her to cry.

Yet then, if he didn't, he felt like he was betraying her. He'd made a promise to her, mentally if not verbally, and he had to keep it, right? But no one would know if he stopped reading, no one would mind. He didn't have to do anything. 

So instead he lay there in the hotel room, watching the shining moon in the dark sky. No stars tonight, either. 

His mind was racing, guilt and worry attacking him from every angle. To read the letters, or not to read them? This was the first time he'd ever had any second thoughts about the letters, but now he was wondering what exactly kind of story was being told here. Did he want to feel close to this girl, the one he was most likely never going to meet? 

Did he want to learn to love her?

She loved him, right? But that was something that really changed him inside. He'd always thought that girls liked him because he was cute, and One Direction were cool. Yet the way Charlie talked about him, it seemed like someone in love talking.