Letters Best Unread (A Niall Horan Love Story)

Everybody is worried about Niall Horan. He gets loads of hate and insults everyday, and everyone's worried that it's getting worse to him than the others. Niall thinks he's fine, but agrees to go to the doctor.The doctor has him write pretend letters to a fake address. No one expected for the address to be real. No one expected Niall's letters to reach her. She got the letters that no one was supposed to get, and she read every single emotion and pain he wrote about. Somehow she fell in love with him.


5. Five.


Niall walked down the same hallways he had a day before, but this time he walked more slowly. All night he had tossed and turned just thinking about going back to the doctors. He dreaded the thought of going back, but he knew he had to. He figured that if he acted like he was alright then maybe everyone would go back to normal and not make him go. Deep down inside though, Niall knew that he wasn't okay.


There he stood staring at the same door with the same doctor's name on the same window. This time he didn't knock. He didn't have to because Dr.Surrean, seeming to have known he was there somehow, had already opened the door. She smiled at him.


"Oh you're here. I was just going to the washroom. Make yourself comfortable. I won't be long."


Not responding to her, Niall stepped aside to let her pass and then made his way into the room. He wished that the room was smaller so that he could complain about being claustrophobic and then they wouldn't make him go. He walked and sat on the same white couch. He saw the paper and the pencil waiting for him on the table, and he thought about what he should write about because he really didn't know. Does he write about his life or his family perhaps? He would have kept thinkin, but Dr.Surrean stepped in the room at the moment.


"So how have you been, Niall?"  she asked as she sat down in front of him, and he just shrugged. It was just barely twenty-four hours that they had seen each other –Not much can really happen in that amount of time. Instead of smiling like he expected her to though, her lips formed a straight line. Niall felt a little scared as he watched her.


"Listen Niall, I've played this nice guy act for too long already. I know you're miserable here, but can't you try to co-operate? You're friends and family love you and hate seeing you like this. At least try to do something other than feel sorry for yourself. Do it for them?"


The words hit Niall like a punch in the stomach. He did nothing but stare at the doctor for a couple of minutes, the thoughts racing through his head. He remembered the sad look on his Mum's face when they told him about the doctor. He remembered Zayn hugging him before he left for home, and whispering him to get better. Niall had been dead to the world for so long, and yet these few words woke him up. And at that moment he decided he would have to co-operate, no matter how much he hated this.


"Okay." Was all he said to Dr.Surrean, but she knew what had gone on his mind those few moments of silence. She knew he would listen to what she said and answer her questions. She just had to knock some sense into the boy. That was all. She opened her notebook and began right away.


"So how have you been feeling, Niall? And I mean all these past months. How have you really been feeling?"


Niall looked everywhere but in her eyes when he opened his mouth to speak because he felt vulnerable now. And the truth was that he didn't even know how he felt. It was all a mix of just everything. He felt that there wasn't a word in the world that could describe what he'd been feeling.

"I've just been feeling…… bad. It's like I don't even know what to do with myself anymore. I can walk and talk and do what a normal person would do, but I'm not really there, you know? Everything just…… it just hurts."


Dr. Surrean scribbled all of this on her notepad as fast as she could. Now she was getting somewhere. She'd worked with a lot of pop stars, and she knew that most of their suffering was due to fame, but so far Niall hadn’t gotten into that. She felt sympathy for the young biy, but she was the doctor and she had to keep asking questions.


"What hurts? Is it fame getting to your head? Do you feel like you can't handle the demand of the band?"


Niall shook his head for some time. No, no, that wasn't it. He absolutely adored what he did. It was the only thing that made him feel alive, the only thing that when he did it, he knew he was right. Demand wasn’t the problem the problem either. He'd adjusted to the constant moving, always being away from home, and the endless concerts and signings. That wasn’t it at all.


"No, that’s not it at all. Singing with the band is the only thing that I know is right."


"But then what's hurting you?"


Niall sucked in a deep breath as he was finding it hard to talk now. A lump was forming in his throat and couldn’t swallow it to speak. Would it make sense to say that everything hurt? Not just emotionally but physically as well? Hell, he didn’t know what was wrong with him and the thought of that hurt too. Was it really just the hate getting to him? Was it really just that?


"Can I just write my letter now?"


Dr. Surrean smiled at her patient. He no longer looked like the highly successful artist he was. He looked like a small boy who was lost and couldn’t find his way, and somehow to her, this simile fir his situation perfectly. She nodded once at him and walked back to her desk.


She was surprised to hear the sound of scribbling almost immediately. Niall was obviously letting some of his feelings go and this was definite progress.


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