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

December 27, 2016

December 27, 2016

Jackie's POV

I didn't sleep well last night. I tried to sleep best I could, but there were too many things keeping me up. I ended up texting Niall back at six telling him I love him too. I only slept for maybe an hour before my alarm went off. I'm surprised I actually heard it, but I almost turned it off and texted Jacob to tell him maybe tomorrow.

But I got up, took a shower, and got dressed. I dressed in ripped jeans, a 5 Seconds Of Summer tee shirt, and I stole Niall's leather jacket again. It's not really too big on me, but I can't pass it off as mine. It's easy to tell it's not mine. I got out a bottle of water, and let Raph out before sitting in the living room for a few minutes and just watched what ever was on MTV. Just to rest for a few minutes before I have to get up again. While I have water with me I take my antidepressants.

I let Raph in then go upstairs and do my hair as quick as I can. Brushing it, blow drying it, brushing it again, then finally straitening it. I'v had a straitener for a while, but I don't usually use it. This is a dumb thing of me to do, but after straitening it I spray in this hair product that makes the waves you already have a little more noticeable. I put a little foundation on to make my face look less imperfect. If Niall was here he'd probably wine at me to take it off.

I finally leave the house after putting Raph back in his crate, grabbing my phone, one of Niall's hats, my crutches, and the keys. I put Niall's hat between my teeth as I unlock the car and get in. I get situated before pulling out. I haven't seen him in years. I don't know what he looks like anymore. I don't know what his personality is like. I don't know if he has the same sense of humor. Ignoring all the nagging questions I park on the side of the road.

As I slip Niall's hat on I notice that some girls have been staring at the range rover. I slip the keys into my pocket after locking it, and I start to hop my way into the coffee shop. The girls are now following me, but I ignore them. When I get inside he's smiling at me and waiving me over. He's sitting next to the window, he couldn't have just sat in back, could he? I hobble over to him and he stands up to give me a hug. Awkward.

"How are you?" He asks as he finally pulls apart from me.

"I'm fine, you?" I say sitting across from him.

"Could be better." He smiles. "I got you a water. I wasn't sure what you drink." I get up.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be right back." I order my coffee and wait for my name to be called. They call my name and I go back over to the table where my brother is waiting for me. I really should be a little nicer to him. He's trying, but he should'v been trying this whole time. Am I really going to hold a grudge over him for nine years strait? Yes, because he left you in that hell to kill yourself. He didn't know you were going to try that. He should'v known it was going to happen, and he probably already knows. It's getting stuffy in here so I take my jacket off. I look up to see his eyes widen.

"What? Repulsive?" I ask, motioning to my arms. He suddenly looks up at my face. Well, if he didn't know already then he does now.

"Not that. It's just I always see pictures of you with long sleeves. I didn't know you had so many...tattoos."

"Well I have these, I have an owl on one thigh, and a sugar skull on the other." His eyes widen a bit more. "Oh and I have a heart on my thumb, and a rose on one leg." He sighs.

"Why so many?"

"Don't tell me your one of those people who don't agree with tattoos." I glare at him as I take a sip of my coffee.