A Sad Beautiful Tragic Love Affair (Niall Horan)

XVI: Long Handwritten Note

XVI: Long Handwritten Note

Nialler’s Point of View

“I am absolutely quitting on you”

 

“I am absolutely quitting on you”

 

“I am absolutely quitting on you” her words are playing back on my mind it’s like a broken record. She walked away. No I pushed her away. I should be happy because I told her to stay away from us but why do I feel pain in her words? Why I can’t be happy? Why does I am longing for her presence? It’s been a week since the tour starts. She didn’t come with us. She absolutely quit on me. I thought if I did that things will be okay for the both of us but why do I feel like everything has been a mess since the day I pushed her away from our lives? Darn I regret it. I should regret it because I hurt her massively. Shit, what have I done poor Vy? I am being so harsh on her.

I’ve decided to go outside to take a break from all of my thoughts, to have some fresh air because I am suffocating by the pain I am feeling right now. I look at Vyvonne on the bed she was peacefully sleeping. We’re in Ireland my hometown. My mom was so mad at me. I can’t understand why she disgusted Vyvonne. I’ve tried to talk to her but she said it’s my own risk to know the truth. I don’t know what truth she’s been talking. She was fuming mad when she learns that I pushed Vy away. My mates are also mad at me especially Harry and Zayn. They were all against Vyvonne. I can’t leave her because she was carrying our baby, I love her. I kissed Vyvonne’s forehead and slowly went to the kitchen to have something to drink. I went to closet to get a jacket and a beanie.

                I love to walk on the streets to take a good breath and to think. It was a peaceful night. There are few people walking and they were busy chit chatting. I slipped my hand in my pocket to get my phone instead feeling my phone in my pocket I found a piece of paper—It was a letter I think. I started to read the piece of paper.

 

Nialler James Horan, the man I sincerely love,

                I won’t go around the bushes like what you did in your letter. I’ll go exactly to the point, okay? Mister Horan, I love you ultra-mega-over-much too.  I want to say I love you MORE but you told me that no one in this entire universe, even me, can exceed your love. That’s kind of unfair, you know? I’m still happy because I can at least say that I feel equally the same.

                Please don’t be selfish. I can also do those things that you said you’d do for me. I love you as much as you love me. I’d do anything for you too, even if it means sacrificing my own life. You just don’t know how happy I am to have you in my life. I’d rather lose foods than to lose you. Ha! Can you top that?? Would you rather choose me over food? I guess not, you’re always-hungry-Irish-lad. But its okay I’ll still love you even if you choose food over me ha-ha. Just kidding… I know that me and food has an entirely different importance in your life, also I know that you can’t marry your food ha-ha!

                Man! Obviously I am shifting my mind to other things? Gosh. I am going to miss you again. Your laugh, your always hungry stomach, your hands on mine, your hugs—Everything about you Hubby! I will surely miss you Hubby! I think I’m starting to miss you right now whilst writing this letter, just thinking of it makes me want to cry, but I don’t want to cry because you told me you’ll cry harder if I do. That would look crazy if people see us crying. So I guess I’ll stay strong and wait for you to come back, like what you told me to.