Chapter 23. Childhood Wonders

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Chapter 23. Childhood Wonders 

Niall and I were finally boarding the plane, after waiting so many tortures weeks. I strolled down the isle with my carry-on and Niall’s arm securing my body close to him as we patiently waited for the other people to take their seats. He found 2 seats right in front of the wing and we plopped our bags in the overhang-compartment. 

“You excited?” He lifted up the bar separating our seats so it was a double seat, he wrapped an arm around me and got comfortable.

“Mmmhmm” I answered as the pilot ignited the engine. I felt the rumble of the jets alerting my senses preparing myself for take off. We were pressed up against the seats and the plane’s wheels effortlessly lifted off the ground. My ears popped as the air pressure got higher, I snuggled next to Niall wishing away the bothersome feeling.  

“You alright?” He asked me rubbing my back soothingly.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just hate this part.” I told him. He just nodded his perfect blonde head and planted a delicate kiss to my forehead. My stomach so easily burst into butterflies send happy tingles through my body. 

I laid there for awhile not moving, just thinking about what my mom could possibly not want to tell me. Had I done anything to upset her? Have I done anything that was wrong? I told her I was with Niall about a couple weeks ago…so that can’t be it. Is someone hurt? I remember my Grandma not doing so well before I left, but I’m sure my Dad would of called me or informed me about it since it is his Mum. I pondered and absorbed all my thoughts to this matter, cranking every possibility and idea that crossed my mind.

As the time went on and the hours slowly slipped away, I ended up letting my mind drift back to old memories from when I was a child again, I remember when I was about nine years old asking my Daddy something and looking straight into his blue/green eyes every time, and thinking why do I have brown eyes if my Dad had blueish greenish eyes? Then I went back to when I was about 10, I was putting his slightly grey/blonde hair into a pony tail. Two little tuffs of hair stuck out from each side of his head. I always giggled and laughed at my Daddy when I did those silly little girl things to him. I remember little things about my Mum too, I remember sitting in our kitchen, always taking bits of her cookie dough out of the batch of cookies she was making when she wasn’t looking. A grin found my lips as I remembered one thing my Mother had always sang to me as I grew up,

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,

You make me happy, when skies are grey,

So please dear, Know how much I love you,

So God please don’t take my sunshine away.

Then she would kindly tell me,

“You are my Sunshine Sarah Jocelyn, 

Your mommy loves you, don‘t ever forget that”

Another smile danced on my lips at the thought I had a good childhood, not some old trashy life some poor kids have to live through, I was lucky and I knew it. I made sure to always do what my parents told me to do, clean up my toys, put my bowl into the dishwasher, brush my teeth before I went to bed, and even though a little part of me always wondered why they never had another child, I was content with what I had. Not to mention Niall was in my childhood all growing up and I think also that’s what makes our relationship blossom still to this day, were just a couple of kids on the inside and always will be. 

Niall shifted his weight next to me, I looked up from the window and realized he had fallen asleep. I gazed at my boyfriend, wondering how lucky I was to have him. Pieces of hair landed this way and that, just making him look even cuter than he already is. His cheeks were a flush pink and his soft lips were slightly parted. He looked like a sleeping baby. So pure, and peaceful. I watched his chest rise up and down with every sleepy breath he took. I smiled lightheartedly, I kissed his lips ever so carefully making sure not to wake him, before making myself comfortable to sleep the rest of the flight away.

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