Little Things

Chapter 89

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Songs of Inspiration:

Over My Head (Cable Car) - The Fray

Afire Love - Ed Sheeran ( I just absolutely adore this song )

Wake Me Up - Ed Sheeran

One - Ed Sheeran  ( can you tell I really love Ed? )

Never Say Never - The Fray

Little Things - One Direction

Allyson's POV

"If we don't stop right now I'm going to fucking pee all over this car," Morgan announces for the millionth time.

"I told you to go at the airport!" Jordan yells back clearly annoyed as I rub my forehead. I might as well be in a car full of angry gorillas.

"Harry's house is just up the street, please hold yourself," Niall says, panic in his voice as he speeds up a bit in his driving.

Morgan lets out an exaggerated groan as she crosses her legs tighter. I shake my head, and look over at Niall whose mouth is wide open. He licks his lips in focus as he keeps his eyes strained on the road. But when he catches me staring, he glances over a few times, so I place my hand on his thigh. I'm instantly reminded of the warmth that his touch always seems to radiate. He smiles and places his hand right on top like a puzzle piece that was perfectly meant to be.

Eventually we do make it to Harry's house as Morgan sprints to the door through the garage, leaving her luggage for Jordan to deal with. 

"Niall what's the fucking password! God dammit," Morgan screams once she realizes the door is locked. 

I walk towards the entrance that she is pacing back and forth in front of, as Niall and Jordan jog over with the luggage piled in their arms.

"Thanks for the help, bitch," Jordan gives a snide of a smirk to Morgan who only rolls her eyes.

"Sorry love," Niall says, typing in the code quickly as Morgan bursts through the door.

She immediately starts spinning around like a hawk searching for it's prey. Yet, she's just looking for a toilet.

"Someone tell me where the God damn bathroom is!" she screams, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Bloody hell," Harry enters the room from the nearby hallway, and his jaw drops when his eyes lay on his unknown guests. He's in a plaid navy and maroon bathrobe and I'm unsure if he has any attire underneath; and his hair is wet so he must have just taken a shower.

"Morgan?" he almost gasps.

"Bathroom?" she widens her arms, as he points down the hall.

"Second door on your left," he tells her as she scoffs and jogs down.

The rest of us pile through the doorway with the multiple suitcases that are rather unnecessary. I have no clue what Morgan brought, and why there is so much of it; or why it weighs as much as elephants.

"You can leave those there, I'll bring them into your rooms," Harry says, and we all set them down hesitantly.

"Hey man," Jordan walks over to Harry with his million dollar smile, as the curly haired boy returns his own.

"What's up my man," Harry greets back as the two hug quickly.

"Hey sorry about crashing, but Morgan wanted to surprise you," Jordan scratches his head.