Crashing into Harry(A One Direction fan fiction)

Mikayla Alexandra Patterson is the daughter of a popular news anchor. When she has to fill in for her mother for an interview, she has no idea she has the interview One Direction. Before all this, Mikayla meets Harry by crashing into him. She keeps crashing into him. Each time sparks fly. What happenes next? Especially since she starts to fall for Liam. And what if her new best friend starts to fall for her too? Then Mikayla's perfect world with One Direction crumbles down when she gets a call. Heartbreak, love, trustworthiness, saddness, and despair all play a huge factor in this compelling fan fiction about One Direction.

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7. Did I just Break Up Larry Stylison?

I jumped and broke away from Harry. I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have kissed him. He brought back a memory. And it wasn’t necessarily a good one. Louis was standing in the doorway, his hands over his eyes. I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder.

 

"Boo bear. What's wrong?" I asked quietly.

 

"Harry broke my heart. He cheated on me with you!" he said shrugging my hand off his shoulder.

 

"Boo Bear. It's okay. There is nothing going on between me and Harry. Nothing. I promise. We shouldn't have kissed. It's okay. He is all yours, Boo Bear." I told him. Louis looked up at me and saw the sincerity in my face and then he smiled.

 

"Thanks Mik." he said and walked out the door.

 

"I'm going downstairs. I'll see you later Mikayla." Harry said not looking at me as he rushed out the door. I could tell he was really mad at me.

 

"Bye." I mumbled as he pushed by me.

 

I sat on my bed. I was still in shock at what just happened. Harry's kiss had brought back memories. When I was young I had gotten in a car accident and lost my memory. I was actually 14 years old when that happened. I hadn't been able to remember anything for the rest of my life. As soon as my lips met his a memory had flashed before my eyes.

 

*10 years earlier*

 

Two kids lay under a willow tree. The branches swayed in the wind. The branches hid our small kid bodies from being seen by anyone. I didn't want to ever leave this moment. One of the two kids was me. The other was Harry! Harry's curls were smaller and not as full and thick like they are now. He still had his eyes.

 

"Harry?" I asked breaking the comfortable silence. "Yeah?" Harry said. "What do you think will happen when we are older? Will we still be best friends forever?" I asked. "Mikkie, we will always be best friends. No matter what happens. I will always be with you." Harry replied. I sighed and said, “You promise?" "I promise and I swear on my grave." Harry said. I giggled and scooted closer to him.

 

* 7 years later*

 

I was at a Halloween party. I had on a dark angel costume. My black tattered feathers hung in waves on my shoulders and my dress was also ripped. I had on some knee high black leather boots. I loved my costume and hoped everyone else did too. My hair was piled on top of my head in elegant but messy curls and my eyes were covered in the black smoky look. I thought I looked amazing. I walked through the doors that led to the rest of the party.

 

"Hey guys!" I said when I spotted my friends. "Mikayla! You look amazing." they all said. I blushed and smiled to myself. I was pleased. "Have you seen Harry?" I asked. Harry has so far kept his promise to me. I still remember that night underneath the willow tree.

 

Harry was my best friend for years. He has always been and will always be.

 

"Harry? Oh I haven't seen him at all today. But man you are so lucky. He is hawt like a bonfire!" Rebecca said. I rolled my eyes. She was always like this.

 

"Thanks Becca! But he said he would meet me here. I wonder where he is." I said. My phone buzzed.

 

FROM: Hazza

 

COME OUTSIDE IM HERE JUST COME ON OUT

 

I smiled to myself, my worries disappearing. Without Harry, my life was not complete.

 

TO: Hazza

 

IM COMING WHERE R U

 

FROM: Hazza

 

IM BY THE MAILBOX

 

I sighed. Only Harry would choose the most random place to be.

 

TO: Hazza

 

IM ON MY WAY

 

I smiled and rushed outside. I looked for the mailbox. Where in the world was the mailbox? I walked out into the yard. Ah there it is. A figure stood by the mailbox.

 

"Hi Harry!" I said.

 

"Mikayla!" Harry said.

 

"I missed you. Where were you today?" I asked and I walked up to give him a hug.

 

"I didn't want to go to school today. I was too busy preparing for this." Harry said, pulling me into a huge bear hug.

 

"What is this?" I asked, giggling. I buried my face in his shoulder. I breathed in his scent. It smelled like strawberries and mint. His dark brown curls were flopping in the wind. His eyes were bright in the night. I continued to breathe in. He always smelled like this. I loved it.

 

"This." Harry said and he pulled away from me and kissed me. I felt my eyes widen in shock. Then I just melted. We kissed for a while. I pulled away after a while and looked away.

 

"Harry? What was that?" I asked, still feeling the kiss on my lips.

 

"I don't know. I do know that I have had a crush on you for a year or two now." Harry replied.

 

Oh no. This wasn't good. I loved being his best friend. If we became boyfriend and girlfriend our entire friendship would fall apart. After we would break up, the friendship we had could never be restored. Nothing could. Harry was my best friend. I couldn't kiss him.

 

"Harry-" I started and then I saw we were standing in the street. A car was making its way down the street coming straight towards Harry. I ran towards him and pushed him out of the way while instead of the car hitting Harry it hit me instead.

 

The memory was sweet and sad. I had just discovered that Harry had been my best friend. He had kissed me and said he had a crush on me. Then I saved his life. But I almost died. I hadn't remembered any of this since now. I felt tears pour down my face as I realized I had saved Harry's life and yet he hasn't been in touch with me and I haven't even seen him since now. I sat there on my bed. Tears were pouring down my face. That one kiss brought back a memory. I cherished it. It was the only thing I had that is connecting me to my old life.

 

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