Love, Annie

Thankfully Yours Niall. Love, Annie

Late chapter, I know. I'm so sorry. So, as you can see, I did in fact, delete The New Girl. I just feel like it doesn't have that spark in it anymore. I feel no wish to actually complete it. I can't write further in that book either. I'm in a major writer's block for it. I will in fact repost the story at a later time (much later) when I feel like I can finish it. I still have all the chapters saved in my computer, so it's okay :) This story is almost done though. ^-^ I'm making an estimite of about 7-9 more chapters. So Happy Reading, all! ^-^

Love, Annie

Chapter 15

Annie

I was actually, oddly enough, ready for the bet. I knew I was right. I had to be. If you counted up the odds against Jason and then against myself, it’s so easy to predict the winner-me.

My loving and Caring Niall,

I have to ask, I just do. Did you really come? To the hospital? Specially to see me? It puts a smile on my face, really. Thank you for the prayers for me. Apparently it was much worse of an injury (or injuries, I should say) than I had thought it to be. I was unconscious most of it, actually. It was so…unusual. I mean, I hadn’t expected anything like it to ever happen in my lifetime. The thief, or whatever he’d be called, he came crashing through our window. I mean, I’m not even sure HOW. We live in an apartment, you see. It’s a two story apartment, much like the one in the icarly show. I’m not sure if you’ve ever heard of it. And our apartment’s really high off the ground, so how someone may have crashed in here, is beyond me. Anyways, the odd thing is, I realize now, that the whole thing was entirely like the one song-Smooth Criminal. It’s Michael Jackson’s song, but I’ve only listened to Glee’s version of it. Have you heard of it? The reason I say this is that he literally “struck me” with a knife, in my stomach. It was in a sensitive spot too, so I sort of just lost my breathing capability, you know? And then I actually ducked under a table, and after that, ran to my room. Of course he kicked the door open and “struck” me again. After that I remember hitting my head and then I guess I was knocked out. I mean, I was in and out of consciousness at times. But I literally thought I was going to die.

And you know what?

I think I was okay with that. I was kind of disappointed at first. Want to know of what? The one reason I was disappointed in was that I’d never know who YOU are. I was so eager to finally meet you, you know? But then I figured that I’d be in heaven and I’d see everything and anything there. So I’d know then, who you are. And I actually settled for that. I was content with that. That kind of scares me now, that I’m OKAY with dying.

So what’s this with you being able to help find this man? I’m really confused now. Please tell me when we can finally meet? Please? I just want this confusion out.

P.S. Do you really like that pin? I thought it was pretty childish and a stupid thing to give back to you after I’d sent it. It makes me smile to think that you wear it.

Thankfully yours Niall,

Love, Annie

Niall

My eyes scanned the paper over and over again. Truth be told, I was stuck. I was stuck in this “plan” to reveal myself to Annie without a. scaring her off, b. getting her mad for lying to her after she specifically told me she hated liars and said how she trusted me enough not to lie to her, or c. make her faint or something like some Directioners did when they saw Zayn or Harry.