Harry,
I'm crying uncontrollably right now. I miss you so much. What is wrong with me. I'm so fucked up. You're my everything. Please, please come back. I'm sorry.
-N.H.
Harry
Niall Horan ruined me. I loved him. Why did he choose them.
I packed my shit up and went to my mums. Part of me thought it was a stupid mistake to leave and part of me wanted to never see him again.
The memories would flood through my head everyday. I was a mess without him. He was the sunshine in my day. Now, I don't have one. I would write him letters, but never sent one.
I got rid of my phone because all he did was blow it up. It took all of me not to turn my arse back around and run back to him when he non stopped called, and texted me. I listened to all his messages. Most of them he was sobbing which would cause me to sob too.
After a couple of days of not hearing from him I received a letter. There was no return address.
Harry,
I love you. I'm sorry......
I lost it. I could barely read the rest. I'm suck a fucking asshole but he's a bigger one.
I received a letter from Niall Horan everyday for 99 days.
