Little Things

Chapter 64

Songs of Inspiration :

You and Me - Lifehouse

Let Her Go - Passenger

In My Bones - Ron Pope ( I LOVE LOVE LOVE RON POPE )

Allyson's POV

"I can't believe you are leaving tomorrow, already," I sigh. It seems like just yesterday he arrived, but that was six days ago, and it's now the Tuesday night before he leaves. It's crazy how fast time flies when you are with the ones that make you the most happy.

"I know, I'm sorry I could only stay for a week," Niall frowns.

We are sitting side by side on my couch with both of our pairs of feet resting on the coffee table. I tilt my foot to the side, hitting his, and he does it back. We continue this little game of footsy for a while, not wanting to think about the events tomorrow will bring us.

"Harry is going to have an extra twenty five suitcases after all that shopping," I say, to which Niall laughs.

"I know, and half of the stuff he bought is pointless. Like why did he need a cappuccino-blender-food mixer in one? He has all three of those, why does he need a machine for all three functions? Who knows," he laughs and I can't help but giggle.

"At least it's a pretty pink color," 

"He's such a girl," Niall chuckles.

"Is that a bad thing-to be a girl?" I raise my eyebrows.

"N-no," he stutters, and then clears his throat.

"I was kidding, and I know you were too," I laugh.

But, I'm not totally kidding. Sometimes I think I am actually a feminist, because I really do think females should be treated with a lot more respect that we "supposedly recieve" when it's pretty obvious we don't. Even though his remark wasn't serious, I do feel prominent on this topic.

"Good, cause you know how much I like you, so don't try to think otherwise," Niall leans in to kiss me on my cheek but I turn my head so his lips meet my pony tail.

"Gross, Allyson! I don't want to kiss your hair! I wanna kiss those lips of yours, but I settled for your cheek and you didn't even give me that," he frowns.

"Aw poor baby," I mimic his attitude in a sarcastic tone, but this sets a gleam into Niall's eyes, and I instantly regret making fun of him.

"What was that?" he edges his voice, and positions his body slowly to be higher than me, and places his arm on the head of the couch.

"Nothing," I mumble.

"No, no no. You definitely said something, wanna repeat what you said?" he places his other arm on the other side of me, forcing me to lay down on the couch with him towering over me.

"Nope," I say shyly, as he quickly places his hands on me.

I am sent into fits of laughter as he tickles my stomach and jets his fingers into my sides.

I attempt to yell at him to stop, but I can't form any words due to my lack of ability to breathe in between giggles.

Instead, I try to kick him off of me because my arms are immobile as I clutch my stomach.

I am unsuccessful at kicking him because I just miss and hit air, until I swing my knee and hit him in one spot that I really did not want to hit.

Niall instantly falls back, biting his lip, trying to hold back either crying in pain or screaming at me.

This time, I'm the one who towers over Niall, but unlike him I am not a mean ruler, but a nice one who will not attack those that are below.

"Oh my God are you okay? I'm so so so sorry I really didn't mean to," I blurt out, not knowing what to do.