Little Things

Chapter 59

Songs of Inspiration: 

You're the Reason I Come Home - Ron Pope

If It Kills Me - Jason Mraz

They Don't Know About Us - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Allyson's POV

The November air is chilly, and it still hasn't hit me that ThanksGiving is in only a few days. I don't even know what I'm doing to celebrate the holiday, and I don't know if Niall will be here still, or if he would even want to celebrate an American dinner. Then again, I do recall him saying that he took the week off, and I doubt he would pass up a day of eating. It's one of his favorite pass times.

Before heading out, I grabbed my winter coat to fight through the frigid air, along with a fuzzier scarf that I pulled out to replace my decorative one. 

"Are you cold?" Niall asks as we walk further from the spot we parked on the street. Before we set out for my surprise dinner, we picked up Niall's rental car. It's hands down the nicest car I have ever been in. A BMW, slick black, and the seats are made to just sink into. 

"I'm fine," I say, but my chattering jaw says otherwise. 

Niall doesn't hesitate and grabs both of my hands, rubbing them together and then blowing his own warm breath onto them. He repeats these steps a few time, and then drops my hands down, but keeps one intertwined with his as we continue to walk up the street.

"So are you going to tell me where we are eating yet?" I ask, the curiosity behind the small secret killing me. I hate not knowing, it's just a pet peeve of mine.

"Nope," Niall pops the p, and turns to smile at me, knowing just how annoyed I am.

Well, annoyed is excessively stating it. I am ecstatic that Niall even flew out to Boston, let alone what restaurant he is taking me too. So, I shouldn't complain. But I do want to know, pretty badly. But I guess I will just have to drag myself through the pain of not knowing and take in every moment of every second I have with the boy of my teenage dreams.

"It should be just up the road now," Niall says, and glances at his lit up phone before looking ahead again.

The sky is dark now, and I think it should be around seven at night, if my guessing is correct. Pretty soon after ThanksGiving the Boston lights should be lit. They have already placed them on the trees and around the parks and stores, but they don't officially turn them on for lighting until the day after. It's always beautiful, the entire month of December and late November. Probably my favorite time of the year, actually.

"Ah, here it is," Niall says and I glance up to see a hardware store, but then look at the area next to it to see a very fancy looking sign reading some word that I assume to be in Italian. It is lit up very brightly, and the windows are opaque, leaving a mystery inside them. There are clean up bushes of different designed shapes below the glass, and a man stands outside on a podium.

"Niall, this looks extremely fancy," I tell him, worry taking over.

"It's supposedly 'the finest dining in Boston'. So it should be yummy," he uses air quotes with his free hand that doesn't wrap in mine.

"I'm not nearly dressed well enough for a place like this," I admit. I am wearing leggings and a sweater, and an old winter coat. I didn't even shower, my hair is pulled back into a ponytail and my makeup is minimal. This is why you can never trust a man to keep secrets like these when it comes to outfit choosing. He could've at least told me to put on a dress.