Little Things

Chapter 39

"It's a shame, I saw something between you guys," Morgan sighs and I contemplate her words.

Did she see something? Something in both of us? Not just me falling for a guy I never had a chance for?

"I don't know, I just don't think it's realistic..." I trail off.

"Why?" 

"Did you forget that the boys we have been with the past few days are also living a life where they are members of like, the world's biggest boy band?" 

"Oh," she says simply.

"Yeah, oh is right," I laugh and she glares at me. "Anyways, Kevin is much more practical."

Kevin isn't that boy that every little girl builds her own fairy tale with. He's not the one I will fall deeply and full heartedly in love with; that much I know. Yes, I can see myself liking him, and having a school girl type crush, but he's nothing compared to the butterflies Niall gives me. 

But Kevin is the man who I can be with. He's the one I can date at first, and then become something serious. He can propose to me, we can have a small wedding, and eventually start a family. He seems smart enough to maintain a good enough job to support a family if I stay home. And maybe I could even work a little bit to pay for sports and activities.

And I could live happily.

Or at least I hope.

"I need a night out," I sigh. 

"Yeah, I think you need a few nights staying home, and no alcohol for a little while. Obviously, that didn't end too well for your benefits," she says a little sarcastically but I roll it off my back.

"Can we do something Friday night? Wait, is that already tomorrow?" this week has really flown by. I guess that's what happens when every day is action packed. 

Looking back on the week, a lot of shit has happened. Wow.

One day I met a boy I thought was most wonderfully amazing, another day I found out he was extremely well-known, and a few days later I was hit by a truck. 

I should consider writing a book on my life, or maybe starting a television show. I bet people wouldn't even believe all the obstacles I have to live.

"How about Saturday?" Morgan offers. 

"Why? What are you doing tomorrow?" I am nosy, I know, but she's my best friend. There are no secrets between us.

"Oh I was wondering if you wanted to order Chinese tonight? I got a coupon in the mail for some new place downtown," she changes the topic but I catch her sly move.

"Morgan," I question her.

"Harry said he wanted me to come to their concert tomorrow night," she says, and I can see her cringing while she says it. "He invited both of us though! You are definitely welcome to come if you want too-I just didn't know-because you know-"

"It's okay. I don't care. I'm not that immature. I'll go," I don't really want to go, and I don't know if with my concussion a concert would be the best thing, but I haven't been to an actual concert in years. It can't be that loud? 

And who cares if I watch Niall sing a little bit or whatever. It's not like he will see me. It won't even matter. 

I'm totally over him.

I think.

"Really? You would do that?" Morgan cheers, gleaming her perfect pearly whites.

"Yeah why wouldn't I? That's what we do, right? Do stuff for each other and all that cheesy best friend stuff," I giggle and she does the same.