Dear Niall,
I don't even know why the hell I'm writing this to you.
It's not like you will ever read it.
You'll never see it.
I just met you today and I'm already fascinated by your... everything.
You're just beautiful to me, and I don't compliment a lot of people.
When you walked into my room, I knew you pitied me, just by your body language.
I don't want you to pity me. I don't want you to see me like this.
I wish you didn't have to.
I wish it would all go away.
YOU ARE READING
Lucky || nh
Short StoryLetters from a girl who was emotionally dead. Letters from a boy who wanted to keep her soul alive. - Niall Horan fanfic