10 April 2014
Zayn!
Oh my god I can’t even fucking believe you replied! I’m screaming and jumping around my room right now and you probably think I’m a hormonal teenage girl but I don’t care! The Zayn Malik just replied to my letter; I’m allowed to fangirl(boy?) a bit if I want to. (My brother Greg just knocked on my door and shouted at me to “pipe the fuck down,” but guess who couldn’t care less? This boy!) Anyway, now that you’ve written me, I suppose I can die happy. Not that I’m planning on dying anytime soon. There’s still so much more I want to know about you, though. Hope you don’t mind, I actually made up a list of questions while I was being bored out of my mind at University lectures. Anyway, here it is:
How did you become famous as America’s youngest (and handsomest, if I may say so) gangster? Do you enjoy the fame? I mean, everyone knows your name and face and stuff, which I think would be pretty weird, but hey, you never know unless you ask, right? Is there any chance of you getting out of prison anytime soon? I’d really like to meet you if at all possible. I mean, I know you probably would be busy and you don’t even know me and all, but if it’s alright with you we could give it a shot? That’s really wishful thinking, considering they haven’t even fully sentenced you yet, but like I’ve told you, I’ve always been far too optimistic.
I’ve loads more to ask you, but I think I’ve bombarded you with enough questions for one letter. What can I say; I am a journalist! It basically comes second nature to me.
Addressing your concerns about giving out personal information to a criminal, my answer to you would have to be no, I’m not worried in the slightest. For one, I’ve told you that I don’t think you’re the man the media makes you out to be. Second, you’re locked up in the highest-security prison in the States anyway (although for your sake, I wish you weren’t). And third, I hardly gave out any information at all, Mr. Malik. As the saying goes, “you know my name, not my story.” So no, I, Niall James Horan, citizen of the lowly city of Chicago, am not concerned in the slightest. In fact, feel free to drill me with questions like I’m doing with you. It can be like that game children sometimes play—twenty questions! Winner gets to pick his prize! I already know what I want if I win ;) (Look, a winky face just for you! Feel special, I don’t go around giving out emoticons to just anyone!)
Well, I think that’s all. I hope to hear from you soon! Enjoy your stay in San Francisco! (Too much? Sorry, I tend to just write whatever comes to mind.)
Niall.
P.S. Do call me Niall; Mr. Horan makes me feel too old. You still haven’t told me what to call you…
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FanfictionZayn Malik. One of the most notorious gangsters of the twenty-first century. Niall Horan. Just your average University journalism student. The two were so different from each other. They were never supposed to come in contact at all. They were neve...
