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.


60. Harry and Mik's First Date...Along With Lou?

“Where are you taking me Hazza?” I asked him, and he smiled.

“A place.” He replied.

“Oh that’s helpful.” I said, and his smile grew bigger.

“I know. You know you look gorgeous tonight.” Harry said, and poked my cheek. I squirmed away from him and blushed a bit.

“Thank you. You clean up pretty good too.” I said, poking his cheek.

“No but I’m serious. You are always gorgeous. No matter what you wear. Even if you were wearing the oldest sweatpants in the world along with the ugliest t-shirt in the world, you would still be beautiful.” Harry said, softly.

I looked at him, seriousness written all over his face. I smiled and kissed him.

“Thank you. No one’s ever said something like that to me before. “  I whispered.

“Well people need to start.” Harry said and kissed me again.

“We have arrived.” The driver said and the car parked.

I broke away from Harry, smiling at his face, and looked out the window.

“You took me to the river?” I asked, curious of what this boy has planned.

“Yes. Now come on. We will be late.” Harry said and stepped out of the car. He opened the door for me and took my hand. He led me to this small boat waiting on us. On top of the deck was a table, decked out in a white table cloth, candles, and silverware. It was getting dark so the candles on the boat made everything different. More mysterious and romantic. One by one candles lit the boat up and I smiled a the beautiful sight. It was gorgeous.

“Harry this is amazing!” I gasped and he chuckled.

“I knew you would like it.” Harry said whispering into my ear. I shivered and I didn’t know if it was because of the slightly cold breeze on my shoulders or the feeling of having Harry so close. Harry led me onto the boat where the bridge thingie connecting the boat to the pier. We walked up to the table on the deck of the boat. Harry pulled out my chair and pushed me in like the gentleman he is and I nodded my thank you.

“Hello My name is Louis and I’ll be your server.” Louis’ familiar voice filled our ears and I looked up and laughed. Louis was wearing a striped shirt and a waiter’s outfit.

“Why I’ll be. Don’t I know you from somewhere?” I said, playing along.

“I don’t think so miss. What can I get you all to drink?” Louis said, turning towards Harry.

“I’ll have a sweet tea.” I told him and Louis wrote it down.

“I’ll have the same.” Harry replied to Louis.

“I’ll be right back out with salad and your drinks.” Louis said, and walked off. When I knew he was out of earshot I started laughing.

“Why is he on here?”  I said between laughs.

“He helped set this up. Plus doesn’t Lou fit the theme? I mean we are always teasing him saying that he belongs on a boat. He begged to be here. I think he just wants to make sure we don’t do anything.” Harry said and winked at me. I blushed turning my head away from him.

“I think it’s cute how I can make you blush with one simple thing. Or word for that matter.” Harry commented, and I felt my blush turning a deeper red.

“Here are your drinks.” Louis came back with two drinks in his hands.

“Thank you Louis. How’s Kylie?” I asked him trying to break his character.

“You’re welcome. Who is this Kylie?” Louis said a confused look on his features.

“Oh, Kylie? She’s your girlfriend.” Harry added, turning to me with an amused look.

“I have never heard of this Kylie you speak of. Now I’ll be back with salad and bread.” Louis said and turned away from us.

We watched his retreating figure and I shook my head in admiration.

“I have a challenge.” Harry announced.

“And what that might be?” I said, turning towards him.

“Whoever gets Lou to break gets something. I don’t know what just yet, but something.” Harry said quietly, a grin breaking his straight face.

“You’re on. And how about this? The winner makes the loser do whatever they want. Appropriate things Hazza, you dirty minded boy.” I said, shaking my head at his face which lit up then fell.

“Sounds like a challenge.” Harry said and stuck out his hand.

I grabbed it and we shook on it. I had to win. If I didn’t, Harry was probably going to make me do something just on the verge of inappropriate because that’s just what Harry does. Not that I’d mind depending on what it is. Louis returned with the salad and bread and Harry took his shot at trying to break Lou out of character. He failed just like I did.

“God this boy is so hard to break! He is a pretty good actor. Way better than you Hazza when you did that iCarly episode. That was just hilarious. Oh and Niall and the buttersock.” I said, teasing him.

Harry blushed at my comment, and I chuckled.

“I like how I can make you blush. It’s cute. Your acting skills don’t matter. Your hair makes up for it.” I said, reaching over to ruffle his curls.

“What would you two like to order?” Louis’ voice interrupted us.

“I’d like the ravioli with marinara, and glazed carrots.” I told Louis my order and he didn’t look at me. Smart boy because I was making faces at him, doing random things, trying to break this boy’s character. It was impossible!

“And for you sir?” he turned to Harry, who immediately started making faces at Lou.

“I’ll have the lasagna.” Harry told Lou his order when he didn’t respond to Harry’s faces.

We talked for a little while longer until our food came and then we ate and talked. We talked about everything. How our lives were before they decided to sneak into my limo, our families, and other stuff. We even shot random questions at each other so I guess we played a game of Quick fire but without Louis shouting out the questions or Hesitation. By the time we finished our food, we exited the boat and none of us won. Louis stayed in character the entire time. I was proud of my Boo Bear. He was a good actor. Or just had intense concentration.

“Now where are we going?” I asked my wonderful boyfriend.

“I don’t know. I guess we are just walking around until we find a place.” Harry said, and looked down at me. I was just a couple inches shorter than him but when I had heels on I was about the same height. I had to take the heels off and change into some flats because those heels kill your feet.

“Sounds good.” I said, and we walked down the street in silence. I was pressed up close to Harry and we had our hands interlocked.

“Harry?” I broke the silence, a thought crossing into my head.

“Mik?” he replied.

“Where were you after my accident?” I asked him, and then regretted bringing the subject up when Harry’s face went hard with no emotion.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that. Never mind.” I said, apologizing quickly.

“No. You have the right to know.” Harry said and I stayed quiet and I waited for his answer.

“When you got hit that night, I was scared. You got hit because of me. After the ambulance came and took you away, I went home and my mum took me to the hospital to see you. I wasn’t allowed in until two days after. You had surgery twice and I was broken. It was all my fault. Finally when I was allowed to see you, you were asleep and the doctor told me that you had lost your memory. He told me that your memories might not come back and they could be interpreted as bad ones. I spent that day with you and was forced to leave. They didn’t want me in the room with you when you woke up. They were afraid that I was going to trigger bad memories. I tried. I really did try to see you again. Or call or do something. You never answered and your mum never did anything about it. I was also afraid that if you got close to me again you would get hurt again. I didn’t want you to get hurt another time because of me. I never forgot about you. I can promise you that. Mik then I tried out for the X-Factor and my life took off from there. I’m so sorry.” Harry said, his voice breaking a few times.

I looked at Harry and he wouldn’t look at me. He tried, and that’s all that mattered.

“Hazza. It’s ok. Just think if that never happened, I don’t think we would be like this right now. I wouldn’t be part of your band and I wouldn’t be going out with you. I don’t care that you weren’t able to reconnect with me. I care that you tried and you tried your best. And I love that. That’s all that matters.” I said, softly.

Harry still wouldn’t look at me so I placed my hand on his cheek to bring his face towards me.

“Hey” I said and he looked at me. His green eyes were filled with anguish and despair. I pressed my lips against his and he hesitated before responding.

“I’m not going to break. I’m a big girl. I trust you Harry.” I said when we broke apart.

“I know. I just don’t want to hurt you again.” Harry said.

“You won’t.” was all I said before pressing my lips against his again.


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