i think irresistable suits this story dont ya agree
Epistle 36
Carolina,
Who are you anymore? Are you the same Carolina Grace Foster I met 6 years ago? Am I even writing to the person who loves me at all?
Why would I write that? It's harsh, but it kind of is the truth. She never lied, about anything. Only to spare Harry's feelings about his baking skills, that's about it. Never this extreme. Hannah brought a coffee and danish to my table and I gave her a generous tip after.
The temperature quickly decreased after I left the building. Why did it have to be this close to winter? I rub my arms to produce some warmth and bump into someone.
“I'm so sorry!” I say to the person. They were on the floor and I help them up. They wipe their pants off. “It's fine. It was my fault for not watching where I was going.” They apologize. She sounds familiar.
“Sorry for the trouble.” I say. She walks away in the direction I came from and I continue on my way.
It started snowing and I felt so stupid right there. I face-palmed. Of course! That was Carolina! I ran to a bench and finish my letter, since I actually found her.
I guess not.... I bumped into you on the street and you didn't recognize my voice or nothing. I was shocked. Fans could usually hear me from far away.
I'm on my way to get you back.
Wish me Luck,
Niall.
And with that, I was running back chasing the girl of my dreams
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Epistle 42 (Niall Horan)
Fanfic(completed) "Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when...
