Little Things

Chapter 66

Songs of Inspiration:

Lay Me Down - Sam Smith

Skinny Love - Birdy

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Allyson's POV

"All packed up?" Morgan asks with a cocky smirk on her face. She's definitely going to be up to something while I am gone for the holiday, and I don't even want to know what she's planning.

"Yes, I think so. Hopefully," I sigh, rushing to scan around the first floor for a last time to see if I left anything behind that I will need.

I mean, all I ultimately need is myself, right?

And maybe my phone.

And my camera for pictures.

And maybe some paints.

And my clothes...makeup...hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste...

"Worst case you can just buy whatever you need while you're there. I am certain Niall wouldn't mind, and would buy you whatever you need in a heart beat," she reassures me while crossing her arms.

"I can't let him buy anything for me though, I feel like I'm using him if I do that. And I don't want to think I only like him for his money," I explain.

"Allyson, he knows you like him for more reasons than that," she laughs at my comment and the obscurity of it.

"Let's just head to the airport before I can change my mind about this whole trip," I tell her and grab my bright red suitcase and carry on and head out the door.

Morgan sits herself into the drivers seat while I pile my belongings in the trunk and once I'm strapped in, we are off to the airport.

It's only ten minutes if even that to reach the airport and park, if the traffic and parking lot is in our favor.

But I only know this from dropping co workers or friends off at the airport, since I've never been on a plane besides that one time, but I barely even count it because it's all a childhood blur.

I turn on the radio as a soft background music and tap my fingers to the beat of one of Sam Smith's new singles.

"Morg?" I perk up.

"You look fine," she groans, tightening her firm on the steering wheel.

"That's not what I was going to ask you!" I defend myself.

"Then what?"

"What do you think of Harry?" I ask, trying to make my tone nonchalant and I really hope it comes off as casual.

"Harry Styles?" 

I nod, and she looks over at me in the mirror to see my response.

"Why the sudden interest?" she questions.

"I don't know, I just think he's hot and I wanna see if I'm the only one or not," I ramble.

"Woah slow down their speed racer, you have a boyfriend. No need to go after his best friend," she laughs. "But yeah he's attractive, you're not alone on that one."

"Like super hot, though...right?"

I don't want to straight up ask her how she feels about him because I really think that the two of them could work out together, and it would be great for my own selfish reasons to go through something so similar with the new media and dating a celebrity thing if I had my best friend in the same situation.