Scars (One Direction fanfic 1st in Scars series; after Lillianne's Letters)
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Prologue
September 13, 2012
Dear Niall,
Happy Birthday! Today's actually been an okay day. I'm proud of you Niall, I really am. I'm hopelessly in love with you. I haven't stopped loving you; just trusting you. I'm tired of looking into the eyes of your posters. I want to see your eyes again. Feel your touch. Feel your lips against mine. To feel your fingers in my hair. I miss you so much, Ni. I want you back in my life. I want you to love me again. I wish I could see you one last time. In person. Just to get some closure. I hated you after you never answered my real letters. I wanted to never see you again. I wanted to slap you the next time I saw you. I was sad, and scared, alone. Haley helped but I mainly need you. I've grown closer to her since you left. I'm tired of hiding away. I want to have friends again. I miss you. I just want you and only you. But maybe that's my nerves talking. I just really wanna say that I'm proud of you. You've done good, Ni. I love you, Ni. I really do. I just wish I could trust you again. My last letter for a while. Maybe for forever.
Love,
Lillianne Collins
My last letter to him. Maybe that's my closure. I really hope it's the last time. I'm tired of heart break. This is the truth.
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It started with some light singing. Someone must have left the radio on. Then it sounded like someone was talking in my room when I wasn’t there. I must be imagining the voice with the haunting Irish accent. Then he popped out of my poster and started walking around my room. I must be hallucinating. My poster of Niall Horan couldn’t possibly have come to life, right? RIGHT?!? [AN: So one of my Wattpad buddies (who writes awesome by the way) constantly posts on her message board. Most of it it just adorable gifs that make me coo, but every once in a while she writes down her random thoughts. Here is the one that inspired me: "but guise what would you do if your niall poster (if you have one) came to life and then you went on twitter and found out he was in a coma and it was really niall's soul fleeing his body and getting trapped inside your poster omg wat" This story is dedicated to her (@LittleUrchin), and the main character is named Maya after her. In the words of Barney Stinson: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!]
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