Twenty One Letters To Niall

Ten Letters To Niall

AN: ed sheeran at the side because idk it sounds good when you read this chapter and of course ed sheeran is jesus and i just cry because of what he does

dedicated to stardust0824 because she made these beautiful pictures and I love her and I'll post them on the side when I get my computer back. x 

Sorry for making you wait so long for this chapter, I'm not doing it to be a vote whore or anything, I just honestly had nothing (I GOT NOTHING, NOTHING, I WANTED WORDS BUT ALL I HEARD WAS NOOOOOOTHINGGGGG)

 yeah, a little bit of the script there for you

bye!

It was chucking it down. Honest, swear to god, chucking buckets. The force of the rain was so strong that it actually hurt, and when the entire team ended up having to leg it back to the tour bus from the main building, Niall could have sworn it was going to pierce his skin, icy arrows raining down from above. His T-shirt was soaked, and all five of them were dripping onto the tour bus carpet.

"Fucking hell." Harry said, staring out of the window to where the car park stairs were beginning to flood. Zayn pulled his sodden shirt off, throwing it to one side and began to rake in the cupboard for a new one. "That's some serious rain, man."

Niall nodded, teeth clattering together, and moved to sit by the heaters. He shivered uncontrollably, and it wasn't helping with the fact that he was still wearing his dripping clothes, but the thought of stripping off when he was so cold, wasn't very appealing to him. 

"Want a hot chocolate, Niall?" Liam's voice rung out over the bus. He was standing, stooped over the hot drinks machine they had, pressing random buttons. The brown eyed boy looked round when Niall didn't reply. "Niall?"

Niall dropped his gaze, unable to look at him, and ran back to his bunk, stripping off as quickly as he could and putting on a jumper. He was anxious. Liam was acting so, so worried about him, and that made the Irish boy worried because if Liam was worried about him, then that must mean he knew something. Right? Niall didn't even know himself what was going on in his mind lately because Charlie's letters kept messing with his head, and he was always paranoid someone was going to find out. 

Find out what, he didn't know. Find out about the letters? Find out that he was falling in love with a girl just from the power of her words? He wasn't falling in love with her. Right?

Maybe it was just some instinct inside him that made him want to protect the blue-eyed girl, maybe it was something else. All that he knew was that when he curled up into his bunk - ignoring the boys excited yells when the lightning got closer - and opened that tenth letter, he felt like he knew Charlie better than he knew anyone else. 

Dear Niall,

It's raining.

 

It's the kind of rain that makes you think of flash floods and Noah's ark, make you want to crawl back to bed under the sheets where it's still warm, and safe. It's loud and noisy rain, and it's one of those days where everyone sits around playing card games by the fire and has picnics under makeshift tents made out of blankets and chairs. And maybe if you hear thunder, everyone will count until the lightning reaches and get excited because the lightning is getting closer every time. Which is pretty stupid, because why would you be excited that the lightning is getting closer? Surely you should be scared?