Little Things

Chapter 58

Songs of Inspiration: 

(If you haven't realized yet, I listen to a lot of Ed Sheeran haha)

All Of the Stars - Ed Sheeran

Strong - One Direction

Skinny Love - Birdy 

Wake Me Up - Ed Sheeran

Grade 8 - Ed Sheeran

Allyson's POV

"I can't believe you kept this from me, I had no clue," my cheeks blush in embarrassment and I try to cover them with the extra sleeves at the end of my long sweatshirt, as I sit across from Niall on the same couch. I'm at one end and he's at the other as our legs are rested intertwining in the middle.

"I'm quite a good secret keeper," he winks.

"I don't think that's something to be proud of when talking to your girlfriend," I giggle.

His face blanks and he shakes his head quickly.

"Shit- I mean, I'm a good secret keeper when it comes to stuff like that. But I don't keep secrets from you, I promise, besides that, obviously," he stutters his words in a very flustered way.

"It's fine, I trust you," I tell him, smiling genuinely. The apples of his cheeks turn even brighter than what mine previously were, and this makes me smile more. I love the effect I have on him. 

Neither of us speak as we play a silent game of footsies. 

"So, did you just fly out here by yourself? Aren't you busy with interviews and recording and all that?" I ask.

"Well we are basically done recording because we already released the album, but we still practicing in the recording room just to get our vocals going and stuff, but yeah we have a lot of interviews, it gets tiring. But, we all agreed to take a week off to hang with our girly friends. Oh, and Harry and Mark flew with me," he answers.

"Mark?" Is there another member of the boy band I am unaware of?

"My guard, you would like him. He would like you, too. Actually, he wants to meet you, and Harry wants to say his hellos. I told them I would contact them when to stop by for a chat," he says.

"Just give me a heads up when you do that so I can prepare some food and actually look decent because I'm still in my pajamas," I laugh it off, but I am being completely serious with my words.

"You don't have to get dressed or prepare anything for them. They will eat whatever food you put out. And you look lovely, you don't have to get yourself all done up, I love you just the way you are," his face depicts sincerity, and after a few seconds his eyes widen like he didn't even believe his own words.

Did he just say he loved me?

I choose to ignore his words because I doubt he actually meant them, and change the topic.

"Morgan's working but she should be home soon, actually. She arrives around lunch time if she stays the night at the bar. She will be happy to see Harry," 

"She sleeps at bars?" Niall's face looks concerned, and I laugh.

"Oh no! She's a bartender, and it's a really chill owner so he lets the employees sleep on the floor above it if working gets too late and they don't wanna drive home at the early hours. There are a ton of bedrooms and stuff," I reassure him and he relaxes a bit.

"Aren't you both underage to even drink though? Let alone bar-tend?"

"Yeah, but she gets away with it. She's good at her job, and the owner doesn't care as long as she makes him money. Plus, she's hot so guys stay longer and drink more. It's a win win,"