Letters (Narry)

Chapter 1

So, I'm reposting this story because it hadn't disappeared. (Fanny had it all along). Merry Christmas to y'all. I'm going to write a Larry Christmas one-shot as soon as possible.

Love, Moa

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Dear Niall,

 

I know you left a week ago, but I miss you already. It’s weird not having you here anymore. You always were, even when we were small. I don’t think we’ve been apart for more than a week before. We always went on vacations and such together with both families. My mum and your mum had dinners a lot and we left them alone to play with our teddies. I guess that’s the most important thing when you decide to start dating; you should be friends first. I’m happy we did start dating though. You made me realise who I am and what I want.

 

I was at my dad’s place yesterday. I came out to my dad and his wife, Claire. My dad said he knew it all along. Apparently I have a “way of looking” at you and I never look at anyone else in that way. Have you noticed that?

 

I must admit that I saw it coming, you leaving for the army. You had been so bored since you finished school. And ever since we saw that program on TV something changed in you. I guess you found it interesting so I made myself ready for it. Please be alright and don’t get hurt. I want my Niall back in one piece. I think about you everyday. I wish we could be together, but there’s no way I’m joining the army. I’m too much of  a coward. I prefer England, it’s safer here.

 

How are you? Are the other soliders nice to you? Is the camp nice? I finish school next year. And I know you said you don’t know if you will be able to be home for my graduation, but I would like to know as soon as you know when you can come home again. And I do understand that you might not want to tell the others that you have a boyfriend. I know some people are judgemental and since you’re going to be there for at least a year it might be better to have friends instead of people that judge you. I wish we could live in a world without judging because it’s just so unnecessary. Greg and your mum, and my mum says hi. They’re proud of you. They all miss you. It’s so empty without you. Mum says it’s weird that you aren’t here on Friday nights anymore. I find it quite weird too actually. I’ve been rambling now and I don’t know if it makes sense, but I hope it does. I just really wanted to write to you.

 

Love, Harry.

P.S. I love you.