Letters By Heart

Tennyson Mason is a 15-year-old girl with a difficult life. Her family doesn't have much money, and her dad abuses her. Sonny is not very popular and she is definitely not a supermodel. But only one thing cheers her up--listening to One Direction, the popular boy band that doesn't know she exists. But when she takes a chance and writes to them, she never thought that her life would turn around. Is it all to good to be true? Or is this love life, which she never dreamed existed, meant to be?


4. Backtrack

*~*Tennyson P.O.V*~*


I ran downstairs and went to go get the mail key without a word. My father was standing before me, flexing his muscles and giving me a stern look. Out of fear I shrank back, praying that he wouldn't hurt me. I glanced up and saw that he hasn't moved. I straightened up a walked past him towards the door.


"Yes, sir." I whispered. And with that I went out the door before he could yell at me some more.

As I rounded the corner to the mailbox, my heart was beating 50 times more than what it should be. This would be it. If one directions letter wasn't here, hope was lost. I knew it was already lost, but I still couldn't help but hope. I turned the key and opened the little door into the chamber with the mail. I took each letter out, one by one. Bill. Bill. Bill. Junk. McDonald's coupons. Bill. Letter with my name on it. Bill. A&W coupons. Wait. Backtrack. Backtrack. Holy shit. Holyshit. My letter!

I stared at the letter with my eyes wide open. I mist be dreaming. My eyes trailed towards the postal sticker. It was the uk flag, so it must be from them. It was tempting to open it right now, but I knew better and started making my way towards the house. My father would suspect something, so I pushed it under my belt and put my Aeropostale tee over it. When I was inside I plopped the mail on the little table, where we would always put the keys and stuff. Then I made my way upstairs to my room. As soon as I closed my door lightly, I turned immediately to the waiting letter. I took it out, ripped it open and started reading.

The letter was fairly simple, it had only about two paragraphs, nothing else. It said it was mainly from Niall. I started reading faster and faster, the words turning into blurs, when suddenly it was too much for me. I layed down on my bed, taking deep breaths so I wouldn't pass out. This had to be a dream, I mean honestly, one direction writing to me? Nobody in the right mind would even do that. I was absolutely nothing special. But there it was, lying on the floor. A letter, signed by Niall Horan. On MY floor. I stood up and captured it, so I could start reading again. 

When I was done reading it for about a billion times, I thought about how nice Niall sounded. His future girlfriend would be so lucky. I so desperately wished I could meet him. Just to make sure he didn't add anything, I took the envelope and shook it. Nothing, just the letter. Well, maybe it was my lucky day, so I decided to write them back a thank you note. They probably received thousands of those, so mine would be no big deal. I looked around my messy room, seeing once again, that I had no paper. The only thing I had was nialls letter, so I turned it over and wrote on that.

*~*~HARRYS P.O.V~*~*

My eyes were plastered onto a letter from a fan in Washington. This was not good.

"Umm, Niall??" I asked him, my eyes not straying from the paper.

"yeah, mate?" Niall answered, with a yawn.

"why do I have a thank you note from Washington, saying thank you for tickets to the signing in a few weeks?"

Niall looked at me with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights.

"I...I don't know," he stumbled, "maybe Louis or someone put them there."

Louis looked up from writing his letters, with a quizzical look upon his face. He shook his head and continued on.

I stared at Niall with narrowed eyes, "Yeah of course, because that's why this chick is saying thank you to you."

"wait, where did you say that letter was from?" Niall wondered, shifting his chair next to mine.

"Washington DC"

"Oh, well because I got this letter from Ontario, Canada, and this girl seemed...different. She said she was poor and she wanted nothing more than to meet us...so I gave her a few tickets. I guess I put it in the wrong envelope." he admitted.

Silence. The boys were absolutely silent. We were all staring at Niall.

"Niall you shouldn't even be doing that!" exclaimed Liam.

"Well we can't do anything about it now, so let's just pretend it never happened" said Louis.

The boys nodded, and went back to work. I gave Niall a dirty look before returning to my letters. My gaze lingered to the letter on the top of the pile. The envelope's address had been scratched out, replaced by a new one. It looked like it was reused, so I curiously ripped it open. On one side of the letter, it had two paragraphs, with nialls signature and the bottom. I turned it over, and I saw what looked like a thank you note. We've gotten a bunch of these, so it was nothing special. But what startled me is that it didn't say "dear One Direction" or something like that. It said "My Inspiration". I've never really thought about us like that. I wonder where this letter came from, so I looked at the envelope. Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.

"Hey Niall," I said slowly, "do you recognize this letter?"

I showed him the letter and he nodded.

"That was the one I meant to put the tickets in. She wrote on a brown paper bag, you should have seen it. She was really kind." Niall said dreamily.

I looked back at the letter, and stared at the writing. I didnt know how I could feel this way, I don't know what she looked like, how she talked or what he personality is. But all I know is, I'm falling for her. This was bad, and surely unheard of. Falling for a girl I don't even know, I just know her writing style. But the way she talks about her life and how she said thank you, I could tell she was special.

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