"My Thoughts" A Niall Horan story" by Tree

The room was silent all you could hear was the water droplets dripping from the kitchen sink. I'm sitting at the dinner table alone once again tonight with all these thoughts running through my head. I wonder what you're doing all the time, and who you're doing it with. i know that this is your job, and that you'll be gone from me months at a time. Some of the questions I ask myself repeatedly are only making it worst. My love why don't you love? You tell me everyday but something is missing. I can't get out of thoughts they're pulling me in deeper making not want you. My friends tell me I'm crazy; they'll tell me things "Babe get through your head you're dating Niall Horan who cares if he loves you be glad that you're dating him!" All they see is the money and the fame, but I want something more than that something greater. My thoughts are dragging me down deeper like I'm going to the pits of hell. I want you to show me that you love me. I'm but like all the other girls. Dear Niall my thoughts are taking over me like some kibd of powerful disease. And that's when I finally made the decision to leave. As I sit here at thw dinner table I'm thinking again we both know how dangerous that is. I glance at the front I see all my bags packed, and ready to go. There's this lump in my thoart but tears are for the weak. So I'm leaving this dinner table with tons of regret but I know that I not coming back I'm one hundred precent. I walked to the front door and I looked back once at the dinner table I sat at in my dangerous thoughts.