Direction Beach

I remember the day One Direction's first ever song came out, on that legendary beach...

This is for the ONE DIRECTION FAN FIC COMP! *scream* I AM A MASSIVE MASSIVE MASSIVE DIRECTIONER SO PLEASE HELP ME WIN IT'D MEAN THE WORLD WOO HOO:D

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3. Harry or Hospitals?

It was the best kiss I'd ever experienced, to be honest, his soft lips carressing mine and his curly hair brushing against my forehead. I could see a cheeky smile on his face as I gasped as he pulled away, and I simply stared at him for a few moments. On that interview when One Direction said that they would date a fan, I'd thought woo hoo I have a chance. But deep down I knew it wasn't going to happen.

Except it was happening. Harry Styles had just kissed me. I could barely feel the pain in my back anymore, as if he'd cast some sort of healing spell over me. I'd never seen a being so perfect in my whole life.

"Er, well let's get you to the hospital..." Harry murmered in his sexy voice, but then he paused. "Unless you feel ok... I mean you could come back to my place for a bit, the boys are probably still on set..."

My heart suddenly felt like it was leaping out of my chest and doing a little jig. This must be a dream. There is no way I have just kissed Harry Styles and there is no way he is inviting me back to his house. And if it wasn't a dream...I'm very happy that I hurt myself to be perfectly honest with you.

"Shouldn't you be going back to filming though?" I asked, and Harry shrugged. "We still got tomorrow to film, and I've basically learnt what I have to do anyway. And to be honest, I don't really feel like flirting with that girl on set for my solo, when I could be flirting with someone like you," he grinned and flipped his hair out of his eyes, studying my face for my reaction.

I flushed bright red but I smiled back at him shyly. I nodded.

"Well I suppose I could go back to yours for a bit. My back feels almost better anyway..."

"Does it hurt at all?" Harry asked, concern filled his eyes.

"Well, a bit..."

And on that note, he picked me up as though I was a baby, and ran along the beach with me laughing, and I was in bliss lying on his muscles with my face nestled in his curly mob of hair. We were halfway there when a billion paparazzi's popped out of seemingly nowhere, and hundreds of lights flashed in my eyes along with microphones being thrusted in my face.

"Leave her alone," Harry sighed lazily in his Cheshire accent and shoved his way through. His tone must have warned them off because they slinked off after taking a few more shots. I kept my head buried inside of his hair until they'd gone, and by that time, we were approaching a large manor...
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