The Letters That Saved Her Life (sequel to Dear Niall {A Niall Horan Fanfic})

December 20, 2016

December 20, 2016

Jackie's POV

Niall knows I had to get up early this morning. Today I'm wearing jeans, and Niall's white 5SOS sweatshirt. I pull on my black combat boots then try to make it up the stairs. I grab my knee brace and slip it on over my jeans, then kiss Niall.

"I'm leaving. I love you." He mumbles incoherent words back. Smiling, I slip my phone into my pocket. I'm just going to walk again. I stop at the coffee shop to get a coffee. I sip it as I walk into the shop. Lately I'v been only using one crutch. Niall tells me I really should be using both, but it's so hard to carry my coffee with two crutches. I set my coffee down at my station, then put my coat on the back of my chair. I start to get my stuff set up when Jim comes in.

"Good your here. Can I talk to you for a minute?" I grab my coffee and follow him into his office. I sit in a chair across from his, and watch as he sets up his stuff.

"So what'd you want to talk about?" He sat down in the chair.

"Ralph told me that your giving him a hard time. I heard his side of the story, now I'm giving you the chance to tell yours." I climb up in the chair and cross my legs. I take a sip of my coffee before starting.

"When I first met him he was stand offish. Then he told me that he hasn't been here long but he thinks Ben is a real show off. I didn't like that. Then I was doing a back piece for a client and he kept saying things over my shoulder."

"Like what?"

"Like 'you think your doing that part right?' and 'this part looks misshaped.' and 'maybe you should shade more right here.' He was making the client nervous."

"He said he was trying to help."

"Well you know how annoying that can be. I'v been tattooing for four years. I don't need him breathing down my neck." I'm not angry, I'm just calmly telling Jim this. "At the end of the day I was waiting for my last client to come in and Ralph kept asking me questions. Some of them were personal and I didn't want to answer them. When I didn't answer the personal ones he got all mad. You know it took me a couple days to warm up to everyone. To have him just expect me to like him, and tell him my life story right off the bat isn't what I was comfortable with." He nods.

"Thank you. I just wanted to hear your side." I stand up.

"Thanks Jim, see you later?"

"See you later." I walk out and finish setting up my tattoo machine. Ralph walks in and starts to set up his stuff. Out the corner of my eye I could see him glaring at me. What is this guys fucking problem? I try to ignore him as I fix my knee brace.

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Jim thought it over and thought it'd be best if I moved over next to Ben. I kind of talked him into it though. Ben was happy about the move, he got a new neighbor. I'm walking home now. Ben insisted on giving me a ride home again. I remember when I was younger I thought London didn't get snow. Now riding down the streets of London I'm realizing how wrong I was. I was so strange when I was a kid, but aren't we all?

I thank Ben and walk into the house. Niall isn't home of course. Yesterday was probably a one time thing. I went upstairs and change into sweatpants, and I put my knee brace on under my sweatpants. I kept my sweatshirt on, and grab my laptop and charger, then head back downstairs. I grab a beer out of the fridge then head into the living room. Either I have to, or I'll ask Niall to pick up more beer.

It's been awhile since I'v been on Tumblr so I log on. To think of it, I haven't been on since I was in college. I forgot my user name is my full name. I have gained like five followers. Wow, that's sad. I look through my dashboard hearting and reblogging things. I see a blog that's dedicated to supporting Niall and I. I follow them then reblog a couple things from them. After doing that I started getting follows. I got up to about three million. Someone probably posted a link or something to my page.