Secrets and Surprises

Chapter 37-

Morgan's POV-

I turned around an let Daniella zip up the ugly grey dress with silver jewels along the top. It was long, tight, and uncomfortable, but my mom liked it, therefore I had to try it on. "I can't believe he's missing it." Daniella said, turning me around to face her and then backing up to get a full veiw.

I didn't want to think about this now, it was months away and I just wanted to be fine with it. It honestly wasn't his fault and I know he wants to be there, but he can't. I let out a weak smile."Daniella stop, it'll be fine, now get me out of this thing!" I turned around and she unzipped it. My mom sighed loudly, "okay just cuz you like it mom doesn't mean I have to.."

No response. I closed the dressing room door and slid off the dress and threw it over the door so Dani could hang it up. I looked at the rack. There was one dress left. The only one I really liked. It was long and red and puffed out on the bottom, tight at the top.It had shiny silver jewels all over and I pulled it on, managing to get the zipper my self. I stepped out of the room and looked into the mirror. I love it! I turned to Daniella and my mom. Daniella's jaw was just dropped along with my mother's.

"So...?" I asked.

"Oh.My.God. THIS IS GORGEOUS!" Daniella was more happy than I was.

"Beautiful!" My mom said smiling.

"Niall is gonna love this!" Daniella sang outloud, not realizing what she'd said.

My happy mood was instantly changed. I think Daniella realized cuz the mood went totally awkward andd she mouthed 'Sorry' to me. I changed the subject though, "So can I get it?" I asked my mom happily,

"Why not? Let's go! Change! I got dinner to make!" She said shooing me  into the dressing room.

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"I can never eat with these things!" Niall said, sticking his chop sticks into his white chinese food container, attempting to pick up food.

"It really isn't that hard!" I replied. The meal my mom was cooking tonight did not sound appealing so Niall and I lied saying we were having dinner and movie. Meanwhile we were sitting here, on a hill in the middle of a park, in our pajama's, eating chinese food. Romantic huh?

We finished our food and just laid there on the grass hill looking up at the sky. In a complete, comfortable silence. Not the awkward kind, more like the kind where you're so comfortable with being around the person that silence is okay. It used to be a lonely feeling, silence. But, now it was more of a loving one. I know you probably don't understand, but what I was feeling now is undescribably.

I was wearing plaid green blue and black plaid pants with a blue tank top, and it was getting cold. Niall must have noticed and pulled off his sweatshirt, giving it to me. I put it on and laid back down, his arm around me and my head on his chest. With his other arm he pointed up at the sky, "Look a shooting star"

*Insert amazingly dramatic facepalm full of embarressment for the Niall right here*

"Niall, that's a plane, if that was a shooting star it'd be moving faster, and it would have disappeared by now." I laughed. He did too.

"I love you Niall" I told him, snuggling into his chest more.

He kissed my forehead while pulling me closer to him. "Love you too Morgan" I smiled to myself knowing he couldn't see my face. We laid there for about an hour talking. Then I realized it was about 11:45.

"Shit, Niall, it's almost midnight. My mom's gonna kill us!" I would say my dad but he was away for work and wasn't coming back till next week so I couldn't even see him till next time I came home or saw my family. We had a week next month but we were spending that in Mullingar, so the next time I saw him would be in Decemeber.

We pictked up everything and ran up the hill almost falling. We ran down the block and sat on the porch acting like we'd been there for a while. So when my mom came into the kitchen she'd just think we'd been sitting outstide and not lieing to get away from her unappealing dinner.

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Daniela's POV-

Harry and I were standing in my room, it's about 8 am, were up so early cuz we've decided to cook my parents a 'gourmet' breakfast since it's their anniversary. But first, Harry was helping me get my stuff together since we were leaving tomorrow morning again. This time, Europe until Decemeber. We had a week off next month, but I was spending that in London with Harry. He zipped up my suit case and I fixed my ponytail. "Ready?" He asked extending his hand. I took it and he lead me down stairs. He pulled my moms apron over his head. Classy Haz, classy.

"Game plan: I do pancakes and bacon, you do eggs and toast. 5 eggs, scrambled, 2 white toasts." He nodded. I'm not sure if we were taking this way to seriously or not seriously at all. We were standing in the middle of my kitchen, Harry with my moms apron, our hands on eachothers shoulders almost like a football huddle consisting of two people, and we had black lines under our eyes. "We'll take care of coffee and fruit later. Ready?"

"Let's do this!" He yelled. I slapped his arm and laughed, while pointing upstairs.

"Shut up! They're still sleeping!" I laughed and pulled out a box of pancake mix, poured it into a bowl and began mixing in water. Psh. I am not making this shit from scratch, you know how hard that is? I poured the mix on the pan and began flipping the pancakes. I might have flipped this one too high, and just a tad bit too far back, cuz when I turned around to see where it went I saw a pancake covered Harry. He must've been walking behind me at the perfect time. I fell on the floor hysterical laughing and he just stared at me, giving me the death stare. Then he smiled, grabbed a paper towel wiped off his face, and walked over to the pancake box, sticking his hand in. Then, he flicked it in my face and laughed. "It's on Styles!" I said reaching into the box for a handful of pancake mix.

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About 30 minutes later Harry and I were standing in my parents room, our pajama's, face, and hair, covered in white pancake mix, and we were holding two tray of(if I must say myself) wonderfully cooked food. "Happy anniversary!" We said. Harry smiled that adorable cheeky smile, I still couldn't believe this was actually happening.

My parents looked at us, just stared for a minuted, tooked the food and thanked us. "We're going to the city in about an hour, for shopping, lunch, and dinner, we're seeing a show tonight so we won't back till late. We're dropping Cameron off at Luke's house on our way and he's staying the night. I', sure you two will find somewhere to go and have fun." My parents smiled.

Pete's away with his girlfriend and her family so we had the whole house to ourselves all day. "We have the whole house to ourselves. You know what that means?" Harry asked, grinning.

"Yup!" I said popping the 'p'.

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We spent the day eating junk food, blasting music, taking pictures, and playing video games in our pajama's. Wait, What'd you think we were gonna do...?

It's about seven now. "Wanna go get dinner or take out?" Harry asked.

"Hmm...let's order in. I don't wanna go out like this." I said looking down at my outfit.

He came over and kissed my forehead, then held my face in his hands. "You look fine. But if you insist, taco-bell?"

Harry loves his tacos...But, I can't complain so do I. "Why not?"

He grabbed his keys and we headed out to the car.