All Your Little Things

Chapter 16- Lights Out, Darling

Ali

"But Harry, you can't try to come to our apartment and have drunk sex with me and not expect for us tot talk about it the next day!", I yelled. Harry and I were fighting over last night's events.

"But Ali! Drunk sex is fun!"

"Not when there's only one of us who's drunk, Harold!"

Thunder roared, and I saw lightning strike. Then, the lights and television went out. Complete darkness.

"AH WHAT THE HELL!" I shouted. "I'm too good to die young! This can't happen! We're going to die!" I was overdramatic. I hated the dark.

"Ali calm the fuck down, it's just a bad storm, we'll be fine."

"How the hell do you know? You could be a masked murderer for all I know!"

"Shhh." He flicked a flashlight on. "I'm going to get some candles, and we'll just chill out, alright." I nodded and he left.

When he came back, we lit a candle (he only found one) and we put flashlights all around. We sat and I fell asleep next to him. I didn't die, thank god.

Elizabeth

"Let's see...what should we eat for dinner?" I peered into Niall's refrigerator.

"You!" He pulled my waist and spun me around, and there we were, dancing in the refrigerator light. I giggled, but then the lights went out, and the music from the iHome stopped playing.

"Shit." We muttered simultaneously.

"Power's out." Niall announced. "I'll get some candles." He said, getting a flashlight to find his way to the basement.

"I'll make cheerios for dinner." I poured cheerios into two bowls, and milk into Niall's. I never liked milk in my cereal; it was one of my quirks. I got a six-pack out from the fridge, because it was still cold, and I snapped the tops off.

Niall came back with a box of candles, and we lit twenty or so, half of them on the floor, half scattered around so we could find our way. We sat on the floor, and I handed Niall his food.

"Cereal and beer." He said.

"Looks delicious, doesn't it?"

"Quite the finest meal, I've ever seen, I'm sure." I giggled.

"Harry's got a handful with Ali. She hates when the power goes out. I actually feel bad for him."

"I can definitely picture her swearing at him like they're about to die." We both laughed. We both finished our cereal, and I put the bowls away in the sink. I sat down next to Niall on the floor, and we leaned back against the cabinets, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"What are you afraid of?" I asked.

"Losing you and food. You?"

"Dying in a plane crash, and being hated for who I am."

"I feel that, too. I mean, it's just with you, I can't understand how someone would hate you. You singlehandedly put someone else's wedding together, while you're in school for your business degree, you're great with kids, you've got a stubborn personality , and you're fighting for the ones you love. You're way too strong, and you'd never show that you're weak. You're a beautiful person."

"Well, if I'm half as amazing a person as you, then I think the whole world would love me. I'm too outspoken, and I don't think before I speak, and that hurts me."

"I love that you're outspoken, I think it's sexy."

"Well, some people think it's arrogance."

"Hmmm...what's your favorite memory?" He asked me.