Ellen’s POV
“I know it’s been two years. And I didn’t think that a text or a phone call would help me explain how sorry I am for not making contact. So I’m writing you this letter. I was being stupid. I thought it could never work between us because I am so busy. But lately I have been realizing that it doesn’t work without you either. I miss you all the time Ellen. I’m not the same person, my mind constantly wanders and I dream of you ever night. I know that is probably hard to believe because I never called. I want you to trust me though. I want you to forgive me.
Give me the chance to show you how much I still care Ellen? Meet me at the lake at 8 pm. If you don’t show up, I will understand, but I really hope you come,
I want to remind you who I am, not what I’ve done.
-Niall xoxo”
My mouth dropped. I ran into the house and dialed Annabel’s number. I needed advice.
“Hello?” Annabel breathed into the phone.
“ANNABEL, NIALL SENT ME A LETTER!” I screeched.
“Wait what? Niall, like the Niall? Like Niall Horan?” she asked, very confused.
“Yes Annabel! He wants me to meet him at the lake tonight. I don’t know what to do, I’m worried.” My excitement faded when I realized the situation I was in. I was still majorly heart broken by Niall. I was scared for it to happen all over again. But the way he made me feel that day in Dublin was the most amazing thing. My brain was being stretched a thousand different ways.
“Tell me this. Did you smile when you saw the letter?” she asked.
“Umm, yes I did a bit.” That was a lie. I giggled like an idiot.
“Then you have to go. Your heart is saying yes to Niall, Ellen. So stop listening to your head hun.” She advised.
"I thought about it for a few seconds and realized she was right. I did really want to see him.
“You’re right Annabel. Alright! I’ll go. I was planning on going shopping today anyways. But now I need to go and get a brand new outfit for tonight. Want to come? I’ll be around to pick you up in 20 minutes?”
“Okay girl, see you then” she replied.
We hung up the phone and I ran upstairs and grabbed my purse. I jumped into the car and cranked the radio to my favourite radio station. And it was like some sort of sign; “What Makes You Beautiful” came blasting through the speakers.
This was going to be a good day…
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