Can We Fall (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Maisy was trying to make things work- she really was. She was working hard to graduate, pushing away a social life in the process. She was trying to help her sister, Rose, who was dating Cory, a total jerk and cheater. She was also trying not to fall in love, believing that it would prove too much of a distraction. And she was right. When she meets Harry on a rainy day at Disneyland, will she choose a the life where she is at the top of her class with a supportive family, or the life where she is truely happy, with the one who she loves?


7. It's That Day Again?



It’s a Thursday- but not any old Thursday. It just so happens to be the birthday of cupid. At least I think that’s what it means.

I looked out of the plane window as we flew over the ocean. Niall and I were flying over to the states, while Liam, Louis and Zayn stayed home to be with their girls. The ‘official’ reason that Niall and I were going back to America was for ‘promotional reasons’, but really I asked to come.

There was a certain red head that I wanted to see.




It’s Valentine’s Day- a good thing for people who have a special someone, a bad thing for single people.

I, being the scholastic girl I am, am one of the people who are fated to be alone on this horrible day. I didn’t even have Harry to cheer me up with his bad dancing or corny jokes.

They had all left two weeks ago- gone back to England for some promo and shows. I missed them, but mostly Niall and Harry because they were the main two boys I saw. Sometimes I would get a text from Harry telling me how much he can’t wait to come back to LA to see me. Those messages always make me smile, but I have to keep reminding myself not to get involved. I had too much at stake.

So, on this fateful day, all I have to go to school and watch all of the lovey dovey couples in the hallway. Thank goodness I’m a senior and this is my last year of high school. Then, I get a couple for years of delightful college. Please note the sarcasm.

I wore a lacey white dress and some simple brown leather flats. I may not like Valentine’s Day, but that was only because I was single. I had always hoped that a boy would ask me out on this romantic holiday. I just wouldn’t admit that out loud.

I put on a swipe of my usual pink eye shadow and mascara and left my curly red hair natural, just adding a headband that blended in with my hair.

I sighed and looked in the mirror, giving myself the okay. I grabbed my book bag from the foot of my bed and ran downstairs, giving my parents a fleeting goodbye. Snatching my keys up from the counter, I ran outside and towards my lime green Volkswagen Beatle. It was definitely easy to spot in a crowded parking lot, which made life slightly easier.

I threw my stuff in the backseat and stuck my keys into the ignition. Before I drove away, I turned on the radio. To my delight, one of my favorite songs came on. I began to sing along loudly and extremely out of tune to Ed as I pulled out of my neighborhood.

“And they say, she’s in the class A Team,

Stuck in her daydream, been this way since eighteen,

But lately, her face seems,

Slowly sinking, wasting,

Crumbling like pastries, and they scream,

The worst things in life come free to us.”

As I sang, I didn’t have a care in the world. Yes- I do sing like a screeching cat- but I had a fun time and didn’t care what people said.

I drove the short distance to school and arrived there a few minutes early as I always do. I got my bag and locked the door. My reflection in the window caught my eyes and I sighed. Did I look absolutely ridiculous? I was wearing a dress! I never wear dresses! I straightened the lacey skirt and adjusted my curls.

I walked out of the huge parking lot and towards the school. I felt completely crazy. Why did I think that, because I’m wearing a dress, boys will fall at my feet? This was stupid. This whole day was stupid. I made it onto campus and looked around for my boy.

As expected, my best friend Brent was waiting for me at the school entrance as he always does, which was another reason I loved him.

“Hey, Brent! How long have you been waiting for me?” I ask him as he gathers his stuff from the ground and stands up.

“Not long.” He smiled and followed me into the school.

“Well, have I got something to tell you after school!” I laughed and looked up at him as we walked together down the wide hallways. Brent was about five inches taller than me, short brown hair and dark blue eyes. I’ve known his since fourth grade when he moved here from Georgia, and we’ve been best friends ever since.

“Does it have to do with the fact that you’re wearing a dress today?” He grins smugly and I shoved him.

“It’s for Valentine’s Day.” I state, hoping that he doesn’t ask any more questions.

Brent groaned and looked to the floor. “I hate Valentine’s Day.”

“You and me both, Brent. You and me both.” I agree and sadly look around at the couples scattered around the hallways. They were all holding hands, kissing- just doing coupley things. They needed to stop. “It just makes me more depressed that I’m single.”

Brent stopped walking suddenly and I turned back to look at him. “What is it?”

He shook his head and his eyebrows were scrunched together. “You want a boyfriend?”

“I’ll see you after class.” I laugh and wave good bye, turning around a corner.


Harry’s POV


I searched over the isles, trying to find what I needed. One eye was on the searching for the stuff, the other on Niall, who was shoving almost everything into the trolley. If he saw something he remotely wanted, he was going to buy it.

“Mate, I hope you know that you’re buying your own food.” I informed him and placed a baguette into the trolley. “I’m not buying all that for you.”

“I know.” He stated and grabbed a box of muffins, placing them on top of the pile of food.

“How much American money did you even bring?!” I only brought a couple thousand attached to a debit card, but with I had no idea what Niall had. At this rate, he could be broke by the end of the week.

“Geez, Haz. You sound like my mother.” He pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and waved it in my face. “I’ve got enough.”

I looked over at the amount of food he was collecting. “How are you gonna eat all of that?” I absentmindedly ask him as I glance down at the list on my phone. I had everything I needed, except for one vital thing. “If you go on like that, you’ll have to work out with Liam to stay fit.”

Niall ignored my remark and followed me as I pushed the trolley to the other end of the store, looking for the last thing on my check list.

“What’s all this for anyways?” Niall caught up with me and placed another item in the trolley.

I smiled at him and clapped him on the back. “Valentine’s Day, Niall. I have a special red-head.”


Maisy’s POV


Brent looked shocked. “Are you serious, Maisy? That seriously happened?”

I nodded and turned my gaze to the empty parking lot around us. We were currently sitting on the hood of Brent’s Impala, both of us desperate not to leave. Brent had a nice, caring family whom he loved, but he’s told me that he always felt better when he was with me at school. I didn’t want to go home because my family was crazy.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I sighed and picked at my dress. Earlier I had carelessly thrown my shoes off- they were bugging me and I had lost the patience after a long day. “I don’t even know why I’m dressed up. I guess I had the idea that if I looked nice for a day all of the boys would realize that I’m actually girlfriend material and not just a friend and they would all come begging at my feet.”

I looked over at Brent, who was staring at his shoes. “I guess I’m just destined to stay single forever, Brent.”

He looked up and gave me a small smile. “You look beautiful today.”

“Thanks.” I took a deep breath and leaned back, closing my eyes. I was lucky to have such a great friend like Brent. He was always there for me in a blink of an eye, no matter what. “At least I’ve got you, right?”

“Yeah.” Brent laughed weakly.

“You know, Brent?” I asked and sat up, turning to him. He straightened up also and his usual crooked smile returned. “You’re probably the only real friend I have.”

He opened his mouth to say something when my phone started ringing.

“Come on skinny love just last the year

Pour a little salt, we were never here

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer.”

I jumped off of the hood and struggled to open my book bag before the ringing stopped. I knew that ringtone- it was the one I assigned to a certain curly haired Brit. I grabbed my phone and evened my breath before accepting the call.

“Hello?” I answer, standing up straight and slipping my flats back on my feet.

“Hey, beautiful.” Harry’s deep voice sent shivers on my skin. I had no idea a boy could have such a hold on me. “Could you meet me at Huntington Beach?”

“You’re here?! You flew over to America?!” I gasped and secretly hoped that he came here just for me. I know during that dinner out that I told him boys were too distracting, but after spending those following weeks with him before he went back to England I had started to forget that rule. I really did like Harry.

“Well I had to see you.” He said sweetly and my heart practically melted. “So can you come?”

“Yeah, definitely.” I smiled widely and gave Brent a cheesy grin, which he returned halfheartedly.

“Great! I’ll see you there!”

I hung up, thrilled that I was finally going to see Harry again. He’d only been gone for two weeks, and that’s two weeks too long.

I slung on my bag and turned to Brent.

“Where are you going?” He asked me, eyeing the phone in my hand.

“I think I finally have a date on Valentine’s Day.” I laughed in shock and bid goodbye to Brent, walking back over to my car.

I threw my stuff in the back and jumped in the driver’s side; the fifteen minutes it took to drive from Westminster- the city I live in- to Huntington Beach was quickened by singing and daydreaming. All, of course, while staying a safe driver.

I pulled up to the beach at around five in the afternoon and the sun was relatively high in the sky, but the sky was brilliant colors of pinks and yellows. I turned my car off and got out, looking along the beach for Harry. I spotted him ten feet away and he was walking towards me.

The sight of him coming towards me in his black blazer and white shirt was breathtaking. His curls were as unruly as ever and he had on all of her usual bracelets. He was sheer perfection.

“You look amazing.” He smiled and took my hand in his, taking me down towards the water.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I laughed softly and looked up at him. “I just can’t believe that you’re here.”

“It’s a special day, meant to be spent with special people.” He simply stated and brought me to a blanket on the sand accompanied by a woven picnic basket.

My heart quickened as I looked over the whole setup. I’ve gone on a couple of dates in my years, but none of them even compared to this. The amount of effort Harry must have put into this was unfathomable.

“Harry,” I could hardly put it into words. My face was frozen in shock and awe.

He smirks and bends down to pick something up that was hiding behind the basket. He handed them to me and my smile widened quickly. I took the red roses from him and gently held them to my nose to smell them. This was the first time anyone has ever given me flowers before.

Harry nervously stepped towards me and I lowered the flowers slightly as I looked up at his bright green eyes.

“Call me old-fashioned, but Happy Valentine’s Day.”

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