Fate Has Different Plans

Chapter Twenty Three-Party and Bull

Chapter Twenty Three

“You know you like it.” Niall said with a wink.

I simply rolled my eyes at his comment. The boy had come out of his shell all right. It only took a couple of months, but he was finally becoming the carefree boy that I had first met at the hospital. Well, not directly at the hospital, all the boys were kind of moppy and depressed. But afterwards, when he took me on our first date after my first concert. Such amazing memories that I remember. 

“So, where should this stuff go?” I asked him as we stood around the pool.

“Hmm... lights in the trees?” 

“Sounds like a plan.”

We gathered the bundles of lights, stringing them out to untangle them. It was incredibly difficult, considering they hadn’t been used in probably two years. Once we got those untangled, we began to string them across the trees in the backyard. Let me tell you, it’s a lot harder than it looks. A lot harder. Imagine attempting to reach a place out of your reach, and throw a very loose, none complying rope around. Which was basically what we were doing.

“Niall, this is one of the most difficult things ever.” I told him after my third attempt of hanging the lights.

“I’ll go grab a ladder, okay love?” He told me.

I nodded my head and watched him head inside in search of the ladder. I turned around, grabbing the box with the dance floor inside. I opened it up, setting each individual piece on the ground around me. Problem was, I couldn’t find a manual to tell me how to put all the pieces together. Which was frustrating as hell, if you ask me. I growled softly, picking up one of the pieces and turning it around in my hands. I noticed that each piece has notches that connected with each other. Perfect.

I grabbed all the corner pieces first, placing them in a general manner, to give me an idea of what I wanted. Grumbling to myself, I realized this was going to take forever. Great.

Sometimes I really wanted to punch a wall.

Not that I was a violent individual, just I was frustrated with the lack of an instruction manual.

Back to the matter at hand. Which was figuring out how to make a dance floor out of the fifty or so pieces with no manual. Somehow, I got it done before Niall came out with a ladder. I glanced up at him, a small frown on my face.

“Took you long enough.” I said, looking back down to fit the final piece together.

I heard him walk over, before saying, “It looks good babe.”

“It better, I did it all by myself.” I said, standing up to stare proudly at my handy work.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close and kissing my head lightly. “It does look good.”