Little Things

Chapter 88

First two midterms are tomorrow (spanish and orchestra!!) and I've been studying for HOURS so I'm using my break time to write an update (:

Songs of Inspiration: 

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

You Found Me - The Fray

Not In That Way - Sam Smith

Good Life - One Republic

The Man - Ed Sheeran

Niall's POV

I spin her around for a while, and after I get a bit dizzy I just hold her in my arms; never wanting to let go. It seems like ages that I keep her head buried into my shoulder with her hair sprayed all around me, but I don't care if we stay this close until the day I die. That way, I'd die happy.

"I missed you," I finally speak up, whispering into her mess of hair.

"I missed you, too," she says back, bringing back the same butterflies she always manages to give me. 

"I love you so much," I tell her, for what seems like the millionth time. But I don't care, I will keep repeating the simple words as many times as she wants me too. If that's what it takes to get her to realize how much she means to me, then I will scream it to the world.

She doesn't say anything back, but that's okay. I'm just happy she's here. 

I set her down, and separate us but still keep my hands on her soft arms.

"Before we get carried away, I just want you to know that...nothing has changed between us. This doesn't mean we're back together just like that. I came here to figure things out and to make a final decision; because I realized it's not fair to make a good decision unless I get to hear you out first, and that takes seeing you...I guess," I let go of her arms, and she crosses one over to hold onto her left elbow. 

"Oh...okay," I scratch my head, unable to know what else to say after that.

"I'm sorry, that didn't make much sense," she mutters, shaking her head and looking at the ground.

"No, it made perfect sense. I understand," I smile at her, and she blushes as she tries to hide her own grin. 

"So you knew about this? The whole time?" I turn to Harry, who is now in turn to be interrogated.

"Define 'whole time'," he smirks, still drinking his tea. Damn that boy takes a long time to drink tea.

"You define how long you've known," I argue back.

"Just before she got on the plane, Allyson called me to ask where we were staying. So I gave her the address and followed her plane on this cool little app I got where you can track flights. It's convenient," the classic Styles smirk still plays on his lips, and he rocks back and forth between his feet slightly.

"What made you decide to come?" I turn to Allyson.

"Your video," she answers and my cheeks grow a bit red with embarrassment at how vulnerable I seemed in that video. "I'm sorry it took me that long to realize how much you....you know, cared and all,"

"I've always cared, I never stopped caring," I tell her.

"I know..." she trails off.

I study Allyson, and the way her hair is naturally in loose waves right now; each strand of stunning brown hair different from the other. It's so imperfect, that it's inevitably perfect.