Little Things

Chapter 39

"So Harry," I wiggle my eyebrows and her jaw drops.

"Stop! There's nothing, absolutely nothing between Harry and I," she argues and I continue to give her sexual glances.

"You need to stop it right now Allyson," she can't help but laugh when she speaks.

"You know you want a piece of that curly haired boy with the British accent," I bite my lip and her eyes widen.

"No, but seriously. I don't like him like that. He's too good for me. I like more of a bad boy anyways," she says, pushing her hair over her shoulder.

"Oh right, so date the one who was in my hospital room with a leather jacket on," I laugh and she does too.

"Can you stop trying to get me to date all of these guys? I'm not gonna date any of them when you are falling for one. That would just be major awkward,"

"I'm so not falling for any of them!" I defend myself, a little too much. 

"Yeah, okay," she rolls her eyes.

I grab my crutches and manage to get up out of bed despite how tired and full of ache I am.

"Cripple," Morgan shouts at me and I exaggerate the use of my crutches, in which she laughs.

I crutch into the kitchen, grabbing myself some pretzels. Once they are put into a bowl, I realize I can't carry them over with my crutches. I sigh, thinking of another option. I could just ask Morgan to bring the bowl over to me, it's not like I'm asking her to run a mile to get to the kitchen and back to the parlor, but I want to be able to do this myself.

I place the bowl on the counter, and position myself to walk over to the bed again, but then bite down on the edge of the bowl. I silently cheer on myself for the idea, and make my way slowly to where I was originally. With the bowl in my teeth, step by step. 

"Oh my gosh Allyson," Morgan says, her head rolling back in laughter. "Wait wait wait! Stop moving. i need to put this on my snap chat story."

I want to snap back at her to tell her she is ridiculous for using my crippled-ness for a joke, but I am currently incapable of speaking with the bowl in my mouth. And I don't plan on dropping this thing.

She whips out her phone and takes a picture of me, and I can hear the sound the snap of the camera.

"Perfect, Harry will think that's funny," she says, still giggling. 

Once I'm by the bed, I take a seat on the edge and then finally take the bowl out of my mouth, then getting comfortable.

"So you already gave him his snap chat? Wow, you're already on that level," I wink but she shrugs me off.

"Yeah, he has a really weird user name though. Apparently all of those boys do to avoid fans trying to add them or whatever,"  

"What is it?"

"I don't remember, something like 'larry' with some numbers or something, I don't really know," she says.

Larry is such a weird name. I guess it's kinda like Harry but with an L. Not very sneaky of him. 

But whatever, who am I to judge? He's probably worth more than I ever will be. I bet whatever he is wearing as I speak, is worth more than I will ever make. Unless he's not into wasting his money on clothing. But either way, my point ends at he's filthy rich.

"I just sent the picture to you too," Morgan informs me.

"I don't have my phone," I tell her.

"Why?"

"Niall has it."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know, he just does," I snap. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so rude. I just got a little angry and stormed away without getting my stuff back. He also has my wallet, my keys and everything else that was in my car."

She nods, knowing not to push me any further. Because it is pretty obvious that after the past few events, I am on my last strand.

"Are you sure you want to go to the concert tomorrow night?" she asks, with a genuine look on her face. And I know that if I were ever to ask her not go, she would in a heart beat. But I could never ask her of that. And I never would.

"Positive," 

"You don't even have to talk to Niall if you don't want too. He doesn't even have to know you're in the crowd. There has to be-what? Hundreds of fans? He wouldn't even see you out of everyone there," she reassures me, but I honestly am over him. Well, not over him completely. But to the point where I am going to be the bigger person and not care. Because the more I act like I don't, I might actually not.

"Exactly. And anyways, I gotta get my stuff back, right?"

/// Sorry guys this chapter was so crappy, but I gotta lay low a little bit and have these boring chapters so it's not constant action because that gets old fast too. Hope you enjoy! Comment your predictions, your favorite lines and all that fun stuff. Thanks again ily all x ///