Part 7

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  • Dedicated to Jenzy
                                    

Hello Princess,

I'm really sorry that I didn't write you another letter sooner. I went off on tour, and the boys wouldn't leave me alone in a room. I almost told Lou about this journal. Almost. I didn't though. 

You might be wondering where Avianna was. Well she went to your sister's house to stay while I was away. She, Darcey, and Lux had a sleepover. Next week we are going to your parents house. As much as I hate to do it, they need to see Avianna. I feel guilty because the last time they saw her was a year ago.

Exactly a year ago.

The day you died. I remember like it was yesterday. And by jove I wish I didn't.

I took you to the hospital, thinking it was just for another test. You were in the passenger seat, being your cheerful little self. You looked up at me suddenly and said, "Niall. I love you, you know that right?" I smiled over at you, than saw how serious you were, "Of course, Princess. I love you too." I replied. You smiled again, and went back to singing the Katy Perry song that was on the radio. We got out of the car, and I noticed that you looked a little paler than usual. But I pushed that thought aside, you had very fair skin. We checked in and the doctor brought you into the room. They closed the door and you disappeared from my sight. About an hour later, I began to get worried. The nurse came into the waiting room, and said, "Mr. Horan?" I nodded, feeling quite scared. "I regret to say-"

I can't finish the story, Princess. I'm a giant mess. I have absolutely no idea how I got through one year without you. There were countless times where I thanked God that I have Avianna. Or else I wouldn't be living on this earth anymore. 

Oh Princess, everything seems wrong. Remember how you told me a couple of months before you died, how if you DID die, that you wanted me to re-marry?

I know Avianna needs a mother. But I don't think I'm ready to have your spot filled. Your sister was talking about some friends who are coming into town. Is it wrong that in this letter to you I'm talking about this?

Oh darling I wish you were here,

Niall James Horan

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