Dreams and Letters

#1 letter

Dear Niall Horan,

Hello my name is Paris Greene and I am 18 years old. I write this letter because I wanna tell you that you make great music and you're cute, in all your blonde glory. Was that weird? I bet that's weird. I'm sorry if I'm weird. So... Yeah. This is my first letter to you, so I don't really know what to write, except maybe my day... But never mind that. My life is pretty casual. Except that one time, I swallowed paint, I'm fine, but I swear I dyed inside. Eeee do you get it? *starts drumming fingers* (ba dum tess) I'm so weird. Classic me. Bare with it.

First time I saw you on the audition. My first impression was "How is it possible that his hair is so blonde?". I bet you cried when you bleached your hair. It's okay, I know how you felt... Well... Not really. Does your throat hurts? Cause mine does. I didn't know why i wrote that. But i did. And I'm proud of it. Go on and judge me, but I know you probably have since the "dear" part. Don't worry i still love you. As a friend of course. I think so ;)

Well now I'm rambling things you probably don't even wanna read, you can just stop reading if you want or I'll just stop it for you. Yep, you owe me, I'm saving you from myself. Hey, wanna hear a joke? #1 What does Obama sing when he's all alone? *starts singing Whitney Houston "All By Myself"* O- ba- maself~ Don't wanna be O- ba- maself~

You know what it's actually a bad idea to give your girl roses. Because rose is not a good symbol for love. Roses wilt. If I'm a boy I will not give a girl rose or even flowers. Cause our love last forever, so a Nokia phone would be good. Hahaha. I'm so funny. Okay... No, I'm not. I'm so so so weird. Thanks God I love myself.

I'm sorry if you had a bad day after reading this. Just a reminder. I love you and I'll always be there for you (I'll try my best). Darling, you melt me into a puddle in my panties. You make my brain stupid my heart in pain. I wish you were never born. Ugh. I'm so bad at this. Oh well. I am home now. Being depressed by my math homework. Geez, I hate math so bad.

I just don't understand 'till now I can't find anyone to be happy with. Wait wait I do have. Of course I have. Tbh don't hate me just because... Hold on I can make these sentences into a good poem. Here you go:

Don't hate me just because...

I am not good in poems

I am not good looking

I am not good in math

I am not good in speech

I am not good in style

I am not good with others

But believe me I am damn good in loving you.

This is so cheesy. It is cheesy. Isn't it? Ugh I'm so drunk. Jk, I'm not. But I am drunk in love. I'm just cheesy af. Anyway I have nothing else to say. Mhmmm, what to say... help me out here, I'm so fucked up. You know, I've think about it, I'm gonna write you a lot of letters just to annoy you! HAH! I'm too excited *does front roll* I'm really writing everything I'm thinking about. *sings Little White Lies* That's all I'm thinking about, all i keep thinking about. Literally everything. After reading this letter, you'll probably think "This girl is so damn annoying" -ly AWESOME! "Oh stop it you" *gesture*. I seemed really annoying in this letter, but trust me in person I'm even more annoying. Well it's not like I'm ever gonna meet you in person, I think.

JE TE AIME
AU REVOIR

-XOXO GREENE
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CO-WRITER: kevirad0 and outcast_meep

Updating in a few, by the way. Because school takes most of our time.