Little Things

Chapter 21

In front of me, there are tons of cars completely stopped in the traffic that I was trying to avoid.

"Great, now we are going to be stuck here for another seven hours," I exaggerate.

Niall turns on the radio and skips a few stations until it lands on one playing Shake It Off, by Taylor Swift.

"This good Harry?" Niall asks, turning around and I look to see his response in the mirror. Harry has a look of death on his face, and if looks could kill, we'd all be dead.

"Change it. Now," Harry demands but Niall only laughs, and changes it a few more times, landing on Bang Bang.

Before I can even process that the song is playing, Harry and Niall instantly sing out the song at the tops of their lungs.

"BANG BANG INTO THE ROOM," Niall shouts, rather than sings.

"I KNOW YOU WANT IT," Harry sings back, and I can only foreshadow what's going to happen the rest of this song.

"BANG BANG ALL OVER YOU," Niall says, adding a dance to his singing now, as Harry does the same.

"WAIT A MINUTE LEMME TAKE YOU THERE," Niall sings and Harry lets out a sexual moan that we all laugh at, and it's only momentarily until Harry starts singing over Ariana Grande's voice, and actually sings this time rather than shouts. And I will admit, I am impressed.

"YOU NEED A BAD GIRL TO BLOW YOUR MIND," Harry sings into his water bottle and both of them continue the chorus.

Then, Niall starts shouting out Nikki Minaj's rapping verse, and I clutch my stomach in laughter as he messes up a lot of the words, but to my shock, also maintaining to repeat a lot of it.

"Go Niall, yeah Niall," Harry cheers him on in between laughs as everyone claps him on.

"B to the A to the N to G to the heeeyyyy," Niall sings and Harry pitches in, while my jaw drops in amazement at the sound of his voice.

"See anybody could be good to you, you need a BAD GIRL TO BLOW YOUR MIND," Harry sings and Niall seems unphased as they continue to sing the rest of the song, but Morgan and I are still astonished.

Once the song is over, Morgan speaks up, "Holy shit Harry, you can sing."

"Niall's quite the rapper, too," I pitch in, immediately feeling bad. Then I connect to what Niall had told me in the common how he didn't believe he was as talented as the other boys. Harry has the voice of an angel, that's enough said, but Niall does too, he just doesn't know it. It's confidence, for sure. He shifts in his seat, and I instantly know it's because of Morgan's praise towards Harry, and not him. But, he shakes it off and smiles at me.

He's also not the jealousy type, and that's a quality that I just adore.

The car in front of me starts to move, "Thank God," I exclaim and drive about two inches before we stop again.

"Well, we can sing a bit more?" Niall suggests and Harry agrees.

"I think it's time for Al and I to sing now," Morgan says and I tense.

"How about no," I shoot at her.

"How about yes," she says back and I sink into my seat.

"We can all sing a long to another," Niall offers, and I send him a genuine grin of thanks, and he smiles back, his Irish cheeks turning red. His hand twitches up, and he hestitates at first, but then takes his hand and pushes back my wisps of hair to tuck behind my ear.

"It was covering that pretty little face," Niall says and bite my lip and twiddle my fingers.

"Hey there's people back here you know," Harry speaks up and I can hear Morgan smack him as he let's out an "ow".

Twenty five minutes later and multiple karaoke singing we are finally parked outside of the icecream shop that should've only taken two minutes tops, since it's literally two blocks from where we were originally.

Harry runs ahead to open the doors for us, and closes it on Niall when he tries to walk in.

"Thanks mate," Niall says, still laughing. Is that all he does?

I guess it's not a bad thing, I could use some extra laughter in my life, and that's one thing I have gotten from meeting Niall. I haven't been laughing this often in months. I haven't been happy, in general, for that matter.

"Harry Styles!" a voice shouts and Harry stops dead in his track. His eyes widen, and he quickly plasters a smile on his face, that I can tell is acted out. But then when he locates the fans, it's like he has never been this happy.

Is that how all famous people are? Genuinely happy to meet their fans?

A few girls, three or four run up to him and ask for a picture, while two others run up to Niall, hugging him.

"Are you Allyson Parker?" one girl, I guess to be around sixteen maybe seventeen, with stick straight blonde hair asks me, who was just embracing Niall, who is now taking pictures with Harry and the others. Morgan is taking all of the pictures, with phones in both of her hands as she fumbles them all.

"Uh how do you know my name?" I question.

"You were with Niall. Instagram, duh," she scoffs at me and I am taken back.

"Oh, well yeah, that's my name," I answer her and she laughs.

"Wow, I expected more," she says, with a sigh.

"More?" I squeak out.

"Yeah, you were with Niall, I expected you to be, I don't know, at least a bit pretty," she says and the moment the words spill out of her mouth I feel tears read to crash down.

"Oh," is all I manage to choke out without the waterworks to come.

"So who are you anyway? A model? New singer? One of their crew members?" she interrogates me.

"N-no," I reply.

"Then what do you do?"

"I waitress," I respond and she laughs.

"And to think I was worried about Niall being stolen away," she spits out and walks toward the boys. She squeezes her way under both Niall and Harry's arms, and I run to the counter to ask where the bathroom is, then quickly follow the directions to it before I let the tears run down my cheeks.