What The Boys Want || n.h.

F O U R

After two short weeks of hidden kisses from gorgeous Lo, the dreaded time had come. She was leaving to go to camp. I hadn't wanted her to leave me, and I tried everything in my power to get her to stay, even taking her cow of a mother out to dinner on more than one occasion, but nothing could change the woman's mind. "She needs to get out of the house for a bit, she always loved camp, I don't get why she's pouting now," Penelope sighed, putting the last of Lo's bags in the car.

"Maybe she's grown out of it. Lo is a young woman now, I think keeping her around would help her more than some dirty old camp would."

"Non-sense," Penelope chuckled. "That girl loves camp. She begged me to send her this year, and now that it's come around, she's begging me to keep her home. I don't get it." I hadn't even tried to convince her anymore, it was useless. Lo was leaving me, and there was not a thing I could do about it.

"Mom, please, I dont want to go anymore. I'm really super sick," Loren whined, fake coughing all over the place. "See, I don't want to infect any of the other kids, that'd just be rude."

"Shut it Loren, you're going. End of story." How dare that vile old woman talk to my Lo like that? "I've had enough of you two plotting together to keep you home. I spent good money on this camp for you, and you're going to go. It'll be fun. Two months of sun and fun, that's what the flyer said, and that's what it will be. So go grab you sleeping things, and join me in the car."

I couldn't bear the look on Lo's face, so I walked her upstairs, and helped her with her things. "Have you really been trying to get me to stay?" she wondered, folding her blanket up.

"Yes, I didn't want you to leave."

"You're too sweet, old man," she giggled, jumping onto the bed.

"I'm not old Lo, I'm only-"

"Twenty-eight, I know," she smiled, before leaping onto me, and wrapping her arms and legs around me. "I'll miss you for the next couple months, Niall." Suddenly, Lo's lips were connected with mine, and I was in heaven. Her kisses were sloppy, and god-awful, but I wanted them no other way. Just as quickly as the kiss began, it ended, and she was already running for her bedroom door.

I rushed to my own room, and stared through the curtains at my precious girl, and watched her get into the brown car, and drive away. I was lost for a few minutes, and didn't know what to do. The only person in this house that kept me sane was leaving for two months, and I wouldn't be able to reach her, unless by letters, but the counselers read them, so what was the use?

I decided to head downstairs, and pour myself a drink, before I broke down entirely. I had grabbed the tallest glass imaginable, and reached for the bottle of booze when I saw a pink piece of paper. I picked it up, and noticed it was adressed to me.

"To Mr. Niall Horan,
I don't think there's any easy way to say this, but I've been slowly falling in love with you, my dear. Every day I look at you, and the way you treat my daughter, and I know that you would make the perfect father and husband.

I hope you don't find this letter in anyway a scare tactic, or joke. I truly feel deeply for you, and I have decided to give you an option. When I come home, if you're there, waiting for me, then I know that you too, feel the same love. However, if you do not have the same attraction, then I ask you to leave immediately. If you stay, but decide to leave me later, then you will have committed a crime worse than a murderer, worse than a child rapist. You will have broken my heart.

Please, make your decision quickly, while I will only be gone two hours.
Love always, Penelope Hazel."