Little Things

Chapter 63

THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE! I just want to inform you that I will have a short note after this chapter ( I will put it after to not "dim" the mood) so please please please read it, because it is rather important.

I hope you understand where I am coming from when I say it, too.

Thanks!

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Songs of Inspiration:

All Of The Stars - Ed Sheeran ( I know I use this song so often but I just love it so much )

Lay Me Down - Sam Smith

Stutter - Maroon 5

Allyson's POV

My eyes flutter open to the rays of sunshine shining through my windows, and the security of Niall's arms wrapped around my body, and our legs are entwined like a weaved basket. We fit togehter so perfectly, I swear our souls were just made for one another. If that's even possible.

I hear a small snore escape his lips, and try to minimize all of my movements to not disturb him. He is so peaceful, so fragile, especially in this monotone state. 

Just to my own luck, mother nature decides I have to relieve myself, and I curse mentally in my head at the timing. 

Smoothly, I unlace our legs and try to keep his as still as possible. Then, I attempt to takes his arms off of my torso where they are wrapped around, and freeze when he starts to fidget. Once I am sure he is definitely still asleep, I sigh in relief and slip out from his grasp and pad to the bathroom.

But just before I exit my bedroom, I hear a soft mutter of my name from Niall's sleepy state, and turn around to admire the one boy who has changed my life oh so much, in just a short amount of time.

And I don't regret any single second of it.

As I make my way to the bathroom and take off my daily routine after relieving myself, I start to think back about everything that has occurred between Niall and I.

I flash back the first night we met as I scrub the facewash off of my cheeks with chilled water from my bathroom sink.

It was as if it was just yesterday, and I swear it was. But it has been what? A few weeks?

I freeze when I take a step into reality and calculate the months.

It is now the end of November, nearing December. 

And when I first met the Irish boy, it was the beginning of September, and the summer had just come to a close.

I laugh to myself, recalling the reason of why I escaped to the back of the bar in the first place, after smashing a bottle on top of some idiots head.

I shouldn't call him an idiot to be completely honest, because if he never disturbed me into running outside, I never would have met the boy who I can now call mine.

If I ever meet the scum bag again, I make a mental note to thank him. He will probably just hit on me again, but I guess he deserves some credit, in a twisted way.

I squit some toothpaste onto my brush after drying my face, and recall some of our best-and worst memories.

Best being the walks in the park, night and daytime. When we went on the ride in the Duck Pond, where I first started to fall for him. And afterwards he posted a picture on Instagram, which cause a ruckus in itself.

I roll my eyes at the teenaged girl who confronted me at an icecream shop. 

I am slightly embarrassed at how I reacted, full on emotional with tears and all. I feel like since I have become Niall's girlfriend, I hope I have grown stronger. Because I think I can handle all of that pathetic, pointless comments against me due to pure jealousy. After all, that's the total purpose-to complain out of jealousy that the boy that most girls fantasize to be their's, is actually mine. And only mine.