I wish you didn't leave, Bailey. It was a faithful Tuesday when I first met you, and unfortunately, it was also a Tuesday when you left. I had always want to experience a relationship where the fights never took longer than 2 minutes, where we could cuddle almost every night, and the undying love is visible. But no, our love story was merely clouded with misery.
Along these lines, you may found yourself crying, laughing, and finding spark. But let me tell you this; my story isn't full of happiness, it's not at all cliche, it's not an ordinary story, and over all, it's not what you think it is. My name is Niall James Horan, and this is my love story; a story full of struggles and lost hope.
YOU ARE READING
Hauntingly Beautiful: Niall Horan Fanfiction
FanfictionNote: I wrote this without proof-reading it, and I was twelve. Please bear that in mind. Talking to you was surprisingly easy. Even though you won't reply to anything I say, I know you hear me. It's quite comforting actually. I had always loved talk...
