And then I met You ➳ n.h

You & I

I was standing on the edge of the stage watching how the boys managed to conquer every emotion of every person out there, it was a wonderful thing.

Tears continued to roll down my cheeks and into the floor ,yet I somehow managed to get a clear enough glimpse of Harry signaling me to open the red envelope that came along with their note.

What's so important about what's in here that has Harry so impatient for me to open it? Can't he see I'm too busy drowning in feelings?!

I tried my best to stop, get rid of the blurry vision that the tears caused, then opened the envelope.

There were three things inside:

A Texas postcard, a small piece of pretty messed up paper and another full page that was folded just enough so it could fit into the envelope.

The messed up paper said:
"I don't know what it says but I think you deserve to read this.
- Liam xx"

What? I was entirely confused until I had a flashback to the night when Jennifer and Liam were video chatting and I ended up listening to their conversation by what seemed a planned accident. Liam mentioned that Niall had written a reply to my breakup letter but didn't send it because he knew it would be useless, Jennifer then insisted for him to try getting a hold of that letter because 'I was depressed and had to read it.'

Now that's just great, Liam seems to be a man of his word -and that's good- but a letter from Niall was the last thing I wanted to get a hold of at the moment. If only I had listened to Harry the first time he asked about the envelope, then maybe it could've made a difference, but now it was -as Niall said- worthless.

I couldn't get any more heartbroken than I already was though.. And if I left the letter for some other day or never it would only mess with my thoughts even more. I unfolded the paper and began to read:

"Anabeth,
Since the day I met you, you did something to me. I couldn't think of anything or anyone that wasn't you. When I finally got you to be mine, I was the happiest boy on the planet and I cherish every memory we made. Things begun to get rough and seeing you hurt only made me realize how much you meant to me. You left me so suddenly I didn't know what to do but deep inside I knew it was for the benefit of both. You say you left because I didn't deserve to lose support, but honey, I want you to know one thing: I would end my career right at this moment if it meant to see your smile daily and be by your side. I wish you'd come back to me but leaving made you have a happier life without pointless hate, and as much as it hurt it also made me content because you were okay. So I'm glad you're doing better and I hope someday you find someone that'll know your worth as I did.
I love you, I always will.

Sorry I wasn't the one. I wish I was.
Goodbye, Brunette.

Niall xx"

I turned to the postcard that had a picture of a horse and a cowboy hat -so stereotypical- that read "Greetings! From the lone star state." I flipped it over and saw Niall's handwriting again.

"Even if we can't be together, I hope some day I can go back to the bipolar weather of Texas, just to see you. I miss and love you."

He remembers.

My emotions were all over the place once again and my eyes threatened to flood, this time knowing how much my happiness meant to Niall and how he refused to see me miserable even if it meant he'd be the one living a miserable life.

I hate crying. I hate being weak. I hate having emotional breakdowns and not having control of my own feelings. Some tears almost escaped my eyes but I tried my best to contain them.