Little Things

Chapter 93

// I'm really upset because I only received my grades for the writing part of my English midyear, and I got a B- on my essay, a B- on one open response and a C on another. It just makes me upset, because I know I'm not the best writer but I just don't know what I'm doing wrong. I always do so poorly in writing and I just...I don't know. Whatever. //

Songs of Inspiration:

Little Bird - Ed Sheeran

Don't Forget Where You Belong - One Direction

Whatever It Takes - Lifehouse (If you want to hear a song that describes Niall basically this entire story, this is the song to listen too. Highly recommend it)

Nina - Ed Sheeran

Wake Me Up - Boyce Avenue (it's a cover, but I like this version better kinda haha. The lyrics are nice)

Allyson's POV

I wake up slowly, with my mind already unraveling with it's morning thoughts but my eyes not quite open yet. I don't even have to open them to have a smile creep on my face from Niall's arms still wrapped securely around me.

I stay that way for a while,  not wanting to budge that may cause him to wake up. Also, I simply do not want to be anywhere else other than the home of his arms.

An itch sneaks up onto my leg as I mentally curse at myself. I try to move my opposite foot in slow motion to try and reach the spot, when I feel Niall move a bit.

"Good morning," his raspy voice whispers in my ear a few moments later.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," I apologize.

"You didn't. I've been awake for quite a while now. I just didn't want to let go of you," he admits, and my cheeks blush as I wiggle closer into him.

I place my hands over his, and trace my fingers along his knuckles as my focus is mesmerized by the spectacular view outside this guest room window. The towering palm streets, the majestic ocean that is not very far away, and the luscious sand that leads up to the salt water. I could definitely get used to living here for a while.

But obviously, I won't over stay my welcome. Sooner rather than later I will have to lug myself back to Boston where I belong. 

As much as I can try to force it upon, I am no California girl. 

"What's your favorite chocolate flavor?" Niall asks, interrupting my thoughts.

"Uh-I like dark chocolate?" I giggle out of the randomness of his question. "Why?"

"I like getting to know the little things about you. What's your favorite fruits in a smoothie?"

I purse my lips together, thinking hard and long about this simple and inessential question.

"Strawberries and bananas. Oh, and mango," I add.

I feel the radiance of his smile as he rests his chin atop my head. If that's not true love, being able to physically feel when your beloved is emotional, then I don't know what love truly is.

"Who's your favorite band?"

"I've actually been listening to a bit of this new band called 5 Seconds of Summer? They're pretty rad," I joke, and feel his arms tense a bit around my body as he takes it a bit too seriously.

"Niall! I'm just kidding with you! I don't know if you know or not, but I'm quite a Directioner," I tell him, proud of the new noun that I discovered recently that supposedly the fans call themselves.