With Love

With Love

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I'm Kara Stevenson. You remember those childhood friends, the ones you thought you'd be best friends with forever? I do. Niall Horan. He was my childhood best friend. I left Niall when I was 10 years old, with promises to write every week and keep in touch. Now, seven years later, I've sent the first letter since I've moved away. Just seeing his address reminisces all my memories with him. My Dad still tells stories of us two, as if in case I'd forgotten about Niall. How could I? I basically spent every second of every day with him up until I was ten. I take the chance of sending the letter. To be honest, I don't have any hope of him replying. He's probably got better friends than waste his time on the first letter he's gotten from me. But there's a first time for everything, right?
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I looked down at my stomach. A small bump was beginning to form, only if he knew. "Please don't go." I pleaded "I've wanted to do this forever, don't you want me to be happy?" He said grabbing his packed bag I sat on the bed we share in my apartment. Well the bed we did share, until he left. "Please, Niall. I love you." I begged "I love you too, but we're still so young and I know I'll make it far." I shook my head wishing I could wake up and see that this was all a dream, a nightmare at that "Niall I..." I trailed off, I was proud of Niall, I supported this, I supported it until I found out I was carrying our kid. 16 and pregnant, he'd leave me anyways, what would be the point in telling him? "Have some faith in me." He dropped his bag by the bedroom door and walked over to me, giving me the slightest bit of hope, he grabbed my face and kissed me "Bye, I hope I'll see you again." and he returned to his bag...leaving me.

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