Little Things

Chapter 47

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The warmth of his lips that I assummed would be rather frigid due to his mental state and tears covering his cheek, contrast on my chapped puffy lips.

The pain from my concussion vanishes, the empty spot of my heart is filled and every other ache and sore from my body evaporates into thin air. Niall has a firm grip on my arms, yet very gentle and light at the same time. The kiss is filled with passion, a sort of longing. I don't know why I didn't kiss him before this, if only I had known what it would feel like earlier.

But before I get too caught up in the situation, I step backwards breaking us apart. I need time to re think everything before I do something irrational.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that," Niall mumbles, looking shyly at the dirty floor.

"No, it was....it was fine," I tell him, unsure of what to make of the whole experience. I loved the kiss, more than a lot of things these days. But, I don't know if I should tell him this, or keep it a secret. 

"Then what? What's wrong then?" he asks, now looking deep into my eyes with his ocean blues.

"I'm just confused that's all," I honestly tell him. I'm done with miss-communication and keeping secrets. Relationship or not, I can't deal with that with anyone.

"If there's something you wanna talk about, I will listen, and talk if you want too," he offers.

"I think I should just get back to my room," I tell him and he frowns. 

"I mean, you can come along if you want too, I guess,"  I say, just because I can't stand to see him sad any longer, knowing I caused his pain.

"I don't wanna be a bother," he says, fiddling with his fingers.

"Niall,"

"Okay, only if you want me too?" 

I nod in reply, and he gives me a small smile. We start to walk silently down the hall, and keep looping around until I finally find my room. The entire walk there I act like I know where I am going, but we don't say anything so I guess it doesn't matter anyways.

Once I open the door, a very distressed Morgan is sitting in a chair, holding onto the arms of it.

"Allyson!" she yells, and I can't tell if it's anger or relief. She puts her hand on her forehead and shakes it.

"I-" I choke out, not knowing what to say as Niall also walks into the room.

Morgan's jaw drops at the sight of him. And I think she is even more surprised to see not only both of us standing next to each other, but both stained with tears. I can only bet my mascara from the concert is smudged all down my face, I didn't even think about makeup until now. Great.

"You need to get the fuck out of here blonde boy and stay away from my best friend before you mess shit up again," Morgan snaps, standing from her chair and walking over towards us. 

Niall's eyes widen and I can see intimidation and fear written all over his face. Most guys are intimidated by Morgan, she's one of those crazy chicks that boys drool over because she's so confident. 

I step in between the two before anything can happen.

"Morgan, it's okay, we talked it out," I tell her, but she is still fuming.