31 letters to Olivia

You Hate Winter.

-2-

        Olivia closed the letter setting it to the side. She took a deep breath as she tucked her legs into her chest. Why was he sending her letters? Hadn’t he taken the hints? A part of her was glad he hadn’t taken them but another part of her knew if her mother found them she’d never get to read them all. The thought scared Olivia so she quickly took out the second letter and hid the others underneath her bed.  She stared at the second letter unsure if she really wanted to read what Niall had to say or not. Was she prepared to dig up old memories? Was she ready to cry like she almost had with the first?

        She opened it anyway.

                You hate winter. I know for a fact because the only thing you can stand about the season is hot chocolate. But not only do you hate winter Olivia, you also hate Christmas sweaters. More specifically the Christmas sweater I made you where to my family’s Christmas party. It would be the first time you met them and the boys and I was flying you all the way out to Ireland just for the event. You were excited remember?  We had been friends for three months and I still hadn’t let you meet the boys. I was sure if I didn’t let you meet them soon you’d explode. 

                I let you meet Harry first. He came with me to the airport to pick you up when you landed. Remember what he said to you? “Where the hell are your shoes?” Another thing you hate. Shoes. Why weren’t you wearing shoes Olivia? I never asked you. Was it just because you hate shoes or was there a different reason? You never answered Harry’s question either. You simply laughed before giving me a hug and introducing yourself to him. 

                It basically took you two all of three seconds to become best friends. You know the moment I realized I had a crush on you was watching you and Harry talk while I drove towards my house. You were talking about Pokémon I think. I hadn’t been paying attention to how the conversation started but that’s what you talked about. I had looked back at you through the rearview mirror right as Harry had said an incredibly cheesy and horrible joke. You laughed at it. I didn’t know if you thought it was funny or if it was so horrible it was funny.  But you had thrown your head back and let out a whole hearted laugh that made me smile.

                You then moved a piece of your long hair behind your ear. And I nearly crashed the car because I was so preoccupied in looking at you. I swerved narrowly missing hitting another car and paid more attention to the road. But my mind still wandered to you. I hadn’t talk to you in a few weeks and I had missed our random phone calls in the middle of the night, movie night every Friday, jam sessions and the three hour laughing fits over the stupidest things. Remember when you tried to draw me that one time and it came out looking like a potato with a half retarded face? I hope you took my advice and stook to the piano instead.

                The moment you met my mum was the second I was sure about the crush I had realized about. You brought her into a hug as soon as you saw her and were off talking about god only knows what in the kitchen. She told me later that night that she liked you as soon as you began to talk.  A girl who will talk to her is an alright girl in her book. Having my mother’s approval was the first big push towards me asking you out. Having the boy’s approval was the next big step. They loved you. All aside from Louis who you told reminded you of a giant three year old. Though he got over that quickly if it wasn’t obvious. 

                You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you all this? I mean you were there after all. I guess I just want you to know. That first day with you in Ireland was when I knew. I knew that you were the one I wanted to be with. And not just friends. I wanted to hold you, hug you, kiss you whenever, where ever. I just want you to know that I knew and it scared me because I didn’t know how to act on it. I didn’t know if I could just outright tell you or if I had to wait. But that was when I was most sure of it. When were you most sure you wanted to be with me Olivia?

-Niall