Little Things

Chapter 67

Songs Of Inspiration:

Unpredictable - 5 Seconds of Summer

I Wish You Would - Taylor Swift

Breakeven - The Script

Allyson's POV

There is a soft tap on my shoulder and I gradually awaken, unaware that I ever fell asleep.

"Sorry for waking you up, you looked pretty and peaceful-I mean pretty peaceful. But I just wanted to tell you we are about to start the landing so we will be on the ground in less than twenty minutes," James mutters, his face blushing.

I take in my surroundings, confused at first but then remembering I am on my way to Ireland.

To Niall.

I smile at the thought of him, and his smile that I have been longing to see, even though it hasn't even been very long since the last time I have seen his bright beam. 

But every second without his presense, every minute that goes by without hearing his laugh feels like an aching eternity. And it's something that I dread to feel.

"Thanks for waking me up," I tell him, because I wouldn't have wanted to be so startled if I woke up mid-landing. That would've caused quite the scene.

"You are very welcome," he smiles, and it's contagious, making me return it.

"So where do you go?" he asks.

"Ireland," 

"Well aren't we all going there? I meant school," he laughs and I feel slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, I don't attend college," I scramble my words.

"Already graduated? Ni-ice," he drags out the word.

"No, I just didn't want to go to more school after highschool," I tell him honestly.

"Oh...why not? You had no interest? None at all? Not even in the parties?" 

I wonder if he's going to school to be a lawyer because he seems to ask many questions.

"I used to want to go to college...actually I always wanted to go to this one school that actually offered me a scholarship but I declined it," I laugh at the irony, but I realize I probably sound insane so I quickly stop myself.

"What university was that?" 

"Doesn't matter," I tell him, because I have about twenty minutes of this flight and I don't want him to think I'm some deranged person, because that's usually the case when I tell someone I refused a scholarship from arguably the best school in the world.

He doesn't reply to keep the conversation running, so I try to think of something not too random but something to keep a nice flowing talk going. Because I need to get through the rest of this flight without anxiety or stress over this trip.

."What school do you go too?"

"Harvard,"

Figures.

"Oh," 

A flight attendant comes around to collect trash, thankfully interrupting our awkward conversation.

Once she walks away I decide to steer this chat towards a different direction.

"Ever been to Ireland?" I ask.

"Yes, once before. Have you?"

I shake my head.

"It's really beautiful. I've been plenty of places before, I love to travel. But Ireland is definitely one of my favorites," he explains.