Dear Saphira

Chapter 2

The next few days, Niall didn't write, not wanting to think about her. He knew it was wrong, not wanting to even think about her. He ran a hand through his unkept blonde and brown hair, closing his eyes for a moment. What now? What would he do with his two months off of tour and work. Not having to write songs, be in the studio, go to interviews, or be in a tour bus for hours on end. Nothing. He could do absolutely nothing. He needed to be with her. But no, cruel fate had to intervene. No longer could he be with his beloved. No longer could he surprise her with the ring he still had in his pocket. The weight of the ring heavy against his leg. It killed him not to be with her. He knew it had been an accident. The driver had stayed and talked to the police. Niall nor Saphira's family had placed charges. No, the driver hadn't been responsible. Apparently some girl had pushed her into the street, someone had purposely killed her. Murdered her. He hadn't slept since finding out about the woman. It hadn't helped that all that had been trending on twitter was 'RIP Saphira', 'Nialls Princess', 'Goodbye Lovely', and 'RIP SGTC Member Saphy'. It choked him up whenever he logged onto Twitter, only seeing tweets about her death. He hated to have to think about it. To have to cry every time he logged onto Twitter, to see her old Twitter account still up with her last tweets.

'@SaphiraLoves1D: Can't wait for @NiallOfficial to get home♥ Love you Nialler! xx'

Having a moment of idiocy he hadn't responded. Hadn't told her that he loved her to. She would never know that he loved her to the moon and back. Once she'd told him that she would wait 2,000 years outside a box for him, especially if he was trapped inside. He had only laughed at her reference to Doctor Who. She had those nerdy tendencies that he adored, but would never again get to see.

He picked up his pen once more, writing another letter to her.

'Dear Saphira,

Even though it's been about a week, everything on Twitter is about you and your, erm, never mind what about. I don't like to think about it. Never like to think about it actually. I've, erm, stopped sleeping and eating Saph. I haven't even had a pint! I'm Irish love, I drink. But apparently not anymore.

The boys have started to worry about me. I think they're calling a therapist for me. I'm terrified, mainly because of what you told me about them. Therapist spells out 'the rapist'. That's why you never went to one. You wouldn't admit it, but you were terrified of them. You didn't tell anyone any of your fears. But I knew all of them. Snakes, needles, clowns, therapists, angel statues, a lot of things you'd seen on Doctor Who. It was cute. It gave me reason to hold you during the show. I liked that the most.

The boys are coming over tonight. For movie night. I didn't want to host it or go to it. But they assured me that there would be no Harry Potter or Doctor Who, seeing as those would make me cry just because they were your favorites. I can't believe I agreed to it though. This won't help a damn thing! I miss you Saph, nothing can change that. Hell, I can't even get rid of your stuff.

I better go now Saphy.

Love you forever and always,

Niall'

He sighed as he put the letter down with the other. He got up and walked into the living room, opening the door for the other four lads that made up One Direction. He gave a fake smile that they all saw through.