Dear Niall ,
I love you---present tense.I'm sitting around the table, where we all used to. But, it's obvious the empty space between Louis and I is killing everyone. It was hard to talk about, all the lads sat me down ( which is pretty silly seeing as how I am already in a wheelchair. ) and told me that someone wanted to kill me of all people, an organ donor, charity giving, fund-raising, used to be waitress.
I don't know how to handle you dying,I sat there,they all cried saying you were too young.Was it my fault, Niall?
You didn't have to save me.
But then again, you were always protecting me. I'm sorry. What was the last thing I even said to you?
The lads won't let me see you, I'm under constant surveillance. Lou comes by every hour.
All I want is the taste of your lips again. I woke up today expecting to see your face next to mine, your arm draped over my waist, a slight smile on your face. But, there wasn't anyone there. I cried for the first time this week. I rolled off the bed,cast and all and screamed and yelled.
The next thing I knew, Zayn was in my room putting his arm around me, " Where's Niall?! GO FIND HIM!" I yelled at him, I still haven't gotten used to the fact you were gone. He burst out sobbing, I knew what I did was wrong, he's hurting just as bad as I was. I will never forget day one without YOU, I made all the lads cry.
I feel like the weight on my shoulders is heavier than ever. That day, the lads and I all slept on the couch, me occupying the space where your butt mold is forever in-printed. I swear, I could smell you and your ever lasting smell of aftershave.
I woke up before day two,I had a dream and just had to tell you about it. It was about the first time we met, remember? I spilled chicken on you at Nandos, to be honest, I never told you but, I did it on purpose.
I don't know what else to write. I'm sending this to your flat, even though no one occupies it anymore. Maybe tonight I'll call you, just to see if this isn't a nightmare.
- Mitch.
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All The Letters To Niall Horan
FanficAfter the devastating death of her first and only love, Niall Horan, Mitch doesn't know what to do with herself anymore. She records down her day in letter form and mails them to Nialls' flat. It was a car aimed for her that killed him, now, what's...
