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.

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10. Nine.

 

The screams were everywhere and Niall had to practically yell just to talk to Liam who was sitting right next to him. He looked out upon the swarm of the girls all either holding up posters, crying, or just plain yelling. It was all so surreal. All of these girls were here for him –well, the band- but Niall was a part of this band so they were here for him too. He was just a boy from Mullingar. This doesn’t happen to boys from Mullingar.

 

Niall looked over to see the next line of girls coming across the table, and Niall took his cap of his sharpie; ready to sign the CD. The girls closest to him were crying over Liam calling them babe. He smiled to himself knowing the amount of happiness they brought some girls. Again, it was so surreal.

The CD was passed to him, and Niall brought the tip of the sharpie to the cover of the CD with his smiling face on it.

“No, stop!”

Niall looked up to the girl, and she snatched back the CD with an almost angry look on her face. He looked at her in confusion, “I didn’t sign it yet.”

She looked almost afraid to say the next sentence, but she pulled through, “Oh, I know. I don’t want you to sign it.”

A wave of hurt passed through Niall, but he shook it off, “Uh, why?”

 

Now, she smiled smugly, “You don’t deserve to be in the band, Niall.”

 

He didn’t have the chance to reply to her as she was being ushered away by Paul, but that didn’t stop from hurt overwhelming Niall. He didn’t deserve to be in the band? Of course he did. He went through the X Factor with all of the other boys. The next CD was passed to him, and Niall signed it as quickly as he could and slid it along the table. He couldn’t stand the thoughts of anyone else telling him that he didn’t deserve this. What had he done wrong? Did he not sing well enough?

 

“You’re so beautiful.”

 

He looked up to see a girl who was smiling at him with tears streaming down her face. Usually he blushed and grinned at girls who told him this, but this time he did nothing. The words were no longer a comfort for him.

 

“Mr. Horan?”

 

Niall looked back up at the doctor who was staring at him. He blushed out of embarrassment, “Uh- sorry, what was the question?”

 

She tapped her pen against her notebook, “How does it make you feel when those girls say you don’t belong in the band? Why do you think they say those things?”

 

He remembered the first time she asked this question just five minutes ago. That’s when the flashback came back. He remembered the look of disgust in that girl’s eyes. She honestly believed that he didn’t belong in the band. And forever since that moment he found reasons as to why he didn’t belong. His voice wasn’t as deep, he wasn’t good looking, and he wasn’t as tall. He stood out in the worst possible way.

 

From then on more and more girls told him this. Some girls didn’t want him in pictures. Some girls didn’t cheer for him when he sang. It’s like everyone began to hate him. Why though? Why did everyone suddenly not like him? What had he done that he had been so wrong? Niall thought about these questions every single day of his life.

 

“Niall, answer the question.”

 

“I don’t care what they have to say. They’re jealous and it doesn’t bother me. They say these things because they are jealous. That’s it.”

 

And that was one of the biggest lies Niall had ever told. Well, apart from the one where he told everyone that he didn’t cry himself to sleep sometimes. He did that too.

 

The doctor uncrossed her legs, “Well I’m glad you think that way. They are jealous of your fame maybe?”

 

All Niall did was nod. The numb feeling was coming because the words everyone said were beginning to fill up his brain. You don’t belong. Why do you sing? I don’t want you.

 

“Can I write the letter?” Niall gasped out. The words felt suffocating. If he let them in for too long he’d do horrible things. Niall was a good person, or so he thought. Why was this happening to him?

 

Doctor shook her head with a small smile, “No, not today Niall. Today I want you to do something else. You know you’re the worst liar in the world.”

 

Niall sighed loudly. Had his lying really been that noticeable? He really needed to work on that. He seemed to be bad at everything. First singing, now lying, what was next?

 

“Niall, I want you to do a twitcam. And yes, I know what those are. We elderly people know of these things too.” She added the last part with a laugh, but Niall gaped at her. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t just imagine the horrible comments he would get.

 

He shook his head, “No, I’m not doing that.”

 

“Oh yes you are.”

 

“No.”

 

She pursed her lips tight together, “I can easily get one of your band mates to come and talk some sense into you. In fact, I bet they’d be happy to.”

 

Niall looked up at her with hate in his eyes. The last people he wanted to see were those four. They would ask questions. They would ask questions that Niall didn’t want to answer. He would have to do this twitcam no matter how much it would hurt him. This doctor wasn’t good at making him feel better.

 

“Fine whatever.” Was all he said, and doctor smiled. He would see how much everyone loved him by tonight. Maybe she was wrong to do this, but it felt right, and that was what got her this degree in the first place. She did what she felt was right and somehow things always ended well. But with Niall she wasn’t sure. She just hoped for the best. This could either end really well, or backfire on them all.

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