Like a Fairytale [njh]

Chapter Twenty Five

IZZY'S POV

To Niall: But whyyy?

I watched Niall lick his lips as he tried to think of a response. We were on the road again, and I was now sleeping in Harry's bunk, which was just across from Niall's.

The room was dimly lit from passing street lamps and the light from our phones. A second later, my phone buzzed.

From Niall: Why do you like me?

To Niall: I asked first, betch

Niall buried his face in his pillow to keep from laughing and waking the other three boys. I would never understand how he found everything one hundred times funnier than it actually was.

From Niall: I have seniority

To Niall: Why? because you're famous?

Niall scoffed.

From Niall: no. Because I'm older

To Niall: ooh

I yawned.

To Niall: I'm kinda tired. Night

I reached for the maroon colored curtain to cover my bunk and pulled it closed.

From Niall: goodnight, izzy

•••

"Hey!"

I groaned. The boys had all gone to prepare for concert since it was their last one, but it was eight in the morning.

I was sitting in the small kitchen, eating a McDonald's muffin Niall had left for me.

"What?" I asked Allison after swallowing my previous bite.

She slid into the booth next to me and bounced on her knees. "Let's go shopping!"

I glared at her. She knew I still wasn't exactly 'happy' with her.

"Come on. We need to spend some time together. You know we haven't been the same lately," she said.

I sighed. "You have money?"

She nodded quickly. "Harry gave me his credit card. He didn't actually say how much we could spend, so we should stick under $1,000 just to be safe."

I choked on my orange juice. "$1,000?" I squeaked after I had recovered.

"Yeah."

I raked a hand over my face. "Okay. Okay."

Allison did a happy dance. "I'll let you get showered and stuff," she said before running to her room.

Two hours later, I was fully dressed and walking beside Allison down the sidewalk to a rather large mall.

"So did you want to eat first or shop then eat?" Allison asked.

"Whatever you wanna do."

"Let's eat first. I mean, it is lunch time, and you only are a freaking egg McMuffin."

So we went to Chick-fil-a, and we sat down and ate. It was a little awkward, to say the least.

Despite the little outing being specifically for putting aside our issues, there was no discussion on anything other than clothes and food. Food and clothes.

Allison was speaking rather animatedly about everything, and I just nodded and shook my head where response was necessary.

Although it may have seemed that I was still partially mad at her, I wasn't. Whenever we left from the tour bus, I was.