Remember

Dear Niall

•Niall•

Some call me a mess.

Some call me an alcoholic.

Some call me a disaster.

Most call me Niall.

But everyone refers to me as "that guy."

Yes, I know, it's quite tragic. But, in reality, I guess I kind of am like "that guy."

I'm "that guy" who let fame turn him into a pig.

I'm "that guy" who let everything go.

I'm "that guy" who drunkenly sings Little Things outside of this very pub.

I'm the definition of "that guy".

For some reason my thoughts seemed more influential tonight. Maybe it was because it had been a year since my world that was once lit up with sunshine had become eternally dark.

I used to call her Cassunshine, just because she lit up my world.

I zipped up my fly while heading out of the men's loo, when some asshole decided to ram into me as hard as his scrawny frame could.

"Eh, watch it you son of a-" I was cut off by a loud laugh, embarrassingly similar to mine.

A microscopic grin played at my lips, only to be turned straight again.

My eyes frantically searched for her soft glowing features.

Where was my Cassunshine.

My eyes met hers, and i squinted. Was I really seeing her? After all these years of wandering through the dark, have I actually come upon her gorgeous features? Her gorgeous chocolate eyes widened as mine did the same.

I didn't know what I was doing or where I was moving, but I came back to this planet when my own terrifying screech startled me.

"CASSANDRA!!!!" I barked

She didn't turn around, but I did. it probably wasn't even her. Or was it?

I immediately noticed that the "mysterious" mistress had left her purse on a small round bar table.

I grabbed it and ran out of the pub, digging around for car keys.

I heard the jingling somewhere in this hell of a black hole, and my hand grabbed the rough edges of the key's bottom.

"Better than walking home." I growled as I pressed the alarm button.

A horn began blaring, and I jogged over to the sound. I punched a few more buttons, and the sound ceased.

She really had started a new life.

New car, new town, new apartment, new...everything.

I tried to force her Mazda to go 10 mph faster towards my apartment. And when I finally reached it, I grabbed her purse and took the outdoor steps three at a time.

Oh, I'm also "that guy" who goes through his ex's bag.

I saw nothing important, other than her phone, keys, lipgloss, and her... uh, tampons. I also found some mints, perfume, and a brush.

However, way deep down, tucked into the folds of the soft fabric lining, there was a box.

After I sat there in denial, staring at the box for 30 minutes, I decided to open it.

Pieces of paper. with black ink perfectly written in cursive on them. The paper was faded, almost as if it had been sitting in that box for...for a year.

I began reading. those first two words made my stomach drop, and I put the prices together.

Lord help me, I'm in for one hell of a ride.

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A/N

Chapters not over! but I just wanted to explain a couple things. Anything italicized is the letter. Anything in normal print is Niall's POV.

Enjoy!

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Dear Niall,

It's 1:52 a.m.. I don't know where you are, or when you'll be home. Last month you were gone for a whole two weeks before I even knew you had flown to a whole different country. What a healthy relationship we have here, Ni.

What happened to us? We used to be so strong. So happy. So...opposite of what we are now. You know the last time I heard of where you are? in a magazine!

And you were shown "having fun in a Miami bar". Does having fun mean grinding on some blonde who's probably a hooker?

Go back to the day we first met. In Kindergarten. Mrs.Hughes's class. I had my hair in pigtails, wore a white and pink plaid dress. Your hair was a little messy (I'd later find out that it always was) and your gray polo made your brilliant blues stand out. Go back to this day Niall. Do you remember?

I did remember. I remembered perfectly. Her first impression was not a good one, after she asked what flavor my boogers were. I told her that I don't pick my nose. Her response? "Oh come on, everyone picks there nose!"

That day, I found an annoying girl who I thought I'd never speak to. The rest...well, I guess I'll have to refresh my memory.

•FLASHBACK•

"Oh, come on, everyone picks there nose!" the rambunctious little girl that had been following me all day skipped away.

Was picking your nose the new "cool thing" to do?

I mentally shrugged and took tiny steps down the hall.

Fifth grades oooh'd at me and talked about how cute I was. Each time, I would smile at them, and they'd "awwww!" then run off to their friends.

I toddled into class, pretending not to remember that my mom was with me. I was a big kid now. I didn't need her!

"Hello there!" a kind lady with long black hair said. "I'm Mrs.Hughes! And you are?"

"Hi! I'm Niall James Horan. My phone number is 555-4261." (Fake phone number)

"Nice to know!" Mrs.Hughes stood up and shook my moms hand.

"Hi. I'm Maura." my mom said with a grin on her face.

My mom and brand new teacher chatted for a while, and I took the opportunity to investigate the classroom.

"Hey! I remember you!" the Same girl wearing the pink and white dress bounced over to me.

"My name is Cassandra. what's yours?" I Suddenly wasn't feeling the same charisma I had when I told Mrs.Hughes my name.

"Niall." I said just above a whisper.

"Niall. I like that name! I'm gonna look up what it means and tell you tomorrow." Cassandra said.

"Uh, ok?" I muttered

"Bye Niall! I'll see you this afternoon." My mom thankfully interrupted us.

"Alright mum. Bye!"

She waved and I took a seat where a tab read my name in black ink.

Just after all the students took their seats (thankfully Cassandra was on the other, side of the room) a woman with red puffy eyes and a tear stained face burst into the room.

"Cassie..." the woman said through choked sobs.

"Oh, hi mommy! Is school over already? Ok. Bye Niall!" Cassandra said. She picked up her crayons and walked out of the room, completely oblivious to her mother's sadness.

I gave a small wave back, and got back to my coloring sheet.