Epistle 42 (Niall Horan)

Epistle 42 (final part)

listen to 'Sad Song' by We The Kings and Elena Coats and 'Goodbye I'm Sorry' by Jamestown Story while reading

Today was it. I would give her the letters, and be done with it.

I walked up to her doorstep and knocked on her door. She answered it and smiled at me.

“Hey, Niall. What're you doing here?” She asks. I sigh and open up my bag to give her the letters.

“Uh, can I come in?” I ask. She nods and steps aside for me to enter. I sit on her couch and motion for her to sit down by me. She does and I set the letters on her coffee table.

“You see, uhm, while you were gone, I made this thing called Epistle forty-two, and well, here it is.” I say. She looks at me, mesmerized. She grabs the letters and skims through each envelope.

“You did all of this, for me?” She asks in shock, tears in her eyes. I nod and look at my lap. She covers her mouth with her hand and gives me a hug.

“I'm so sorry, Niall. If I would've known-”

“I didn't know they were sent.” I say. She looks at me confused. I nod. “It's true. Perrie texted me before I went on the flight here and told me they were never sent. She put them in my bag, and I wrote the last ones here during the trip. All 42 letters are there.” I sigh. She looks at them and crosses her hands on her lap. I stand up.

“I think, uh, I should get going.” I say awkwardly. She stands up, also. I look at her one last time, and head towards the door, trying to keep in my tears. She stops me and turns me to face her.

“Is this the last time we'll ever see each other again?” She asks quietly, finding it hard to let the words leave her lips. I nod and she lets the tears go.

“Good-bye, Niall.” She says before giving me one last, lingering hug. I hug back, and cry. I can't keep it in, I just can't.

“Good-bye, Carolina.” I say and head out the door while she closes it behind me. I quietly sob and use the elevator to go to the lobby.

When the door closes, I repeat all of the memories we had. The time she held Chester for the first time, our first date, and when she met the rest of the crew. I smile at the thoughts and the elevator dings. I exit and head to the car where Hannah was waiting. She opens the door for me.

“Ready to go?” She asks. I nod and head into the passenger's seat. I look back up at the building where most of my life lives, and whisper something to myself.

“Thank you.”

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Epistle 42

Dear Carolina,

Thank you for being the best thing in my life. I love you so much, and I couldn't be here without you.

When I auditioned for the X-Factor, you were there to support me.

When you graduated high school, I cheered you on.

As I became famous with my band, I never forgot about you. You were always on my mind.

Do you remember the time when I told the fans about you at a concert and made you go onstage? You were scared of the spot light, and I apologized soon after.

Thank you for the memories I won't forget, thank you for loving me and recieving my love in return, and most of all, thank you for the time when I can eventually let you go.

It's time for you to be on your own. You can do this, I know it.

Good luck, my star.

Good bye and see you later, alligator,

Niall James Horan.

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thats the ending guys. im in tears writing this :c