Parachute {niall horan au}

N i a l l - 17

N i a l l

The season has changed, the atmosphere has turned into something more vivacious and colorful. I can already hear the kids down the street singing Christmas carols. I can smell the strong wonderful scent of pastries and ginger breads. I can hear laughter and chatters. I can smell my mom's hot chocolate. I can smell all sorts of food and dishes being cooked.

The view from my window is impeccable and calming. I have come home from the hospital, but I'm still not fully recovered because occasionally my stomach still hurts. I talked to the doctors about my health, and he said that I ought to avoid greasy food, junk food, and indeed, alcohol. I'm okay with that. Because lately Cheyenne would cook for me. She cooks healthy yet delicious food. I never knew we could do that. Making healthy food into a delicious top class dish.

I already bought presents for my family and Cheyenne. I bought a white Christmas jumper with Rudolph's face in the middle and an oversized red flannel for her. She really wanted a red flannel. I can already imagine her wearing it. Very adorable. Her body is so tiny, she would drown herself in that flannel. Don't really know why she suddenly wanted a red flannel, but oh well, her wish is my command.

I look at the digital black clock on my desk and it reads 01:37PM. Chey's dance class will be over at 2:30PM today. I want to give her a surprise and pick her up. Maybe I could bring her lunch today, then I'll be taking her to places we've never seen before. It sounds really cheesy and cliche, but I just want to have a quality time with her. I want to see those dazzling brown eyes light up when she sees the invigorating view up close.

This is so rare for me, I thought to myself. I would personally mock Noah and Ally for being so damn dramatic and melancholic. But here I am, wanting all those sappy movies to become an actual reality to us. But The Notebook wasn't sappy at all, it was just too sad.

I put on my gray hoodie, snatching my wallet and keys on the cupboard. I jog my way down the stairs. My mom is watching the news report while drinking a cup of coffee.

"Mom I'm going," I tell her, "Gonna be real quick I promise."

"To where?"

"Chey's dance course. Then we'll have some food on the way back to her house." I lied.

"Come home by 7." She says sternly.

"Aw, 7.30 please?" I whine, giving her my best puppy look.

"No, 7.15. You need all the time you have to sleep." I feel like a 6 year old right now. She's telling me to go to bed early, eat my meals properly, and stuff.

"Alright. Do you want anything?"

She puts her mug on the dest before answering, "I do. In fact, I need cookies and ginger breads. We're already running out of them here." She glares at me as she declared.

"Then food it is. Laters, mom."

I jog out of my house, the temperature hitting me like a canon. It's so cold, so freezing. Well, it is already the 23th of December. I unlock the car, feverishly starting the engine.

I arrive at a pizza restaurant near my house. The restaurant is a bit lively, hence the christmas decorations. The line is longer than usual, but I queued anyway.
All that motivates me is Chey's happy expression when she smells the luring scent of cheese and pepperonies.

"Hey Geoff. Can I have the pepperoni and sausage? With some extra cheese please." I declare as clearly as possible to the bearded man when it was my turn to order. He has a slight ear problem but he could listen well if we speak a tone louder.

"Ey my boy! Wait," He turns his head towards his co-workers, "Hurry up and give me the pepperoni ones with some extra cheese! The largest size!"

"Oh no-" he cuts me off.