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.


58. Home Sweet Home

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Please buckle your seatbelts. We are about to start landing at our destination.” The PA system crackled overhead.

I yawned and sat up. I had woken up about halfway through the flight to eat some food or the sad excuse they call food on airlines. Then I had fallen back to sleep. Then the PA system woke me up.

“Well good evening Mik.” Liam said.

“Hey Liam. Where’s Harry?” I asked, confused by the curly haired cheeky boy’s absence.

“He had gone to the bathroom.” Liam replied.

“Oh ok! So how was the flight Liam?” I asked him.

“Well it was fun. A boy kept kicking the back of Louis’ seat and Louis was freaking out.” Liam replied, with a smile.

“Are you serious?” I said, laughing.

“Yup. Louis was literally about to kill the boy.” Liam said laughing also.

“That’s just not right. I on the other hand had a good sleep. It was refreshing.” I said.

“That’s good. Now where is Harry? He’s going to get in trouble!” Liam muttered under his breath for the last part.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to London, England. Please stay seated until the seatbelt sign turns off. Thank you for flying with us today. Have a great stay in London!” the familiar voice of a certain Cheshire curly haired boy came over the PA system.

Liam and I both put our heads in our hands and shook our heads. Harry would do that! He really would.

The plane landed and I waited to get off of this plane. It was starting to get uncomfortable and I needed to stretch. As we exited the plane I grabbed hold of Liam’s hoodie and my backpack which contained my laptop, phone, and a few personal items. It took forever to get us all rounded up but when we finally entered the hallway that would lead us to the main part of the airport, screaming came up ahead of us. Curious, I walked a ways ahead and saw hundreds of fans everywhere.

“Okay who let the fans know we were arriving here?” I said, looking at Liam and Niall. They were the two who go on Twitter the most often and that’s where they would’ve leaked the information. Niall coughed and I stared at him.

“Nialler, why’d you do it?” I asked, laughing at his guilty face.

“I thought our fans from our home should know we were coming back.” He defended himself.

“Niall. Niall. Niall.” I said and shook my head.

Liam called security and they helped us get out of the dang airport, unscathed. We had a limo waiting for us and I told the driver to take us to my place. He agreed and we started driving. In about ten minutes my flat building came into view.

“Why are we going to where our flats are? I thought we were heading to yours Mik?” Zayn asked.

“We are. This is my building.” I said, confused.

“Oh my gosh! We all live in the same building. How funny is that?” Louis exclaimed.

“I had heard that famous people live in this building and I thought nothing of it. I can’t believe it. My flat is on level 8. Isn’t yours on level 9 Liam, and yours on level 6 Louis?” I said.

“Yup!” they both said.

I laughed and sighed. Now wouldn’t that be funny if I ran into them when they came home and I had never gone to Harry’s birthday. That would have been quite the scene. I slid out of the limo which had stopped and grabbed my backpack and suitcases. The ride up to the flats was quiet and uneventful. I arrived at mine and told them I’d be up at Louis’ and Harry’s in a moment. I opened the door to my flat and was bombarded by three girls.

“Hey Lilly! Kayla! And Kylie!” I said, laughing as they tackled me. Well mainly Kylie and Lilly. Kayla was more calm.

After getting mobbed by the two hyper girls Kayla gave me a hug and helped me with my luggage.

“So where are you staying?” I asked her.

“I’m staying with Zayn. He asked me about it and I agreed. Plus if I was to stay here then it’d be crowded especially with you and Lilly. Kylie is staying with Louis and Lilly is staying with Niall. I think Kylie also mentioned that Harry was going to be staying here with you so you wouldn’t get lonely. We all know what that means.” Kayla informed me and I blushed at her last comment.

“Well that’s fine. I feel bad for Liam though. I’m gonna have to spend some time with my Lili.” I said, with a smile ignoring Kayla’s comment about Harry.

“That’s true. God Mik how much stuff did you bring?” she exclaimed, lugging two of my many suitcases

“Well I originally had brought one suitcase but I went shopping a few times and had to buy another suitcase and it came in a set so obviously I had to buy more stuff to put in the suitcases!” I told her.

“Well good luck unpacking all that. I’m not helping!” Kayla said and ran for her life.

“Thanks! You’re such a good friend!” I called and heaved one of the suitcases up onto my bed. I finished putting them all onto my bed and opened one. That one was full of shoes. I dumped them out and put them back into my walk in closet.  The next one was full of random clothes.  SO was the next one and the next one. I sighed and closed them back up. I wasn’t going to be unpacked for a while.

“Harreh!” I screamed opening the door to his flat.

“What? What’s wrong?” he said, a worried look on his face.

“Nothing! I missed you.” I told him and pecked his lips.

“Louis!” I yelled running into Louis’s room.

“What?” he yelled back.

“Where are you?” I said.

“In my closet! I’m unpacking!” his voice came from the door next to another door.

I opened it and found Louis hanging up clothes. Striped shirts here, suspenders there, and red jeans over there, and TOMS everywhere else met my eyes.

“Geez Lou. You sure do love your stripes, suspenders and TOMS.” I commented, teasing him.

“Well at least I don’t have an obsession with shoes.” Louis retorted.

“Ok. I’m a girl. I’m supposed to like shoes.” I snapped.

“Hey! Hey! Don’t kill me woman!” Louis held up his hands in mock surrender.

“I won’t. I love you Lou!” I sang.

“Hey I heard that! I thought you loved me Mik!” Harry exclaimed from the kitchen.

“Sorry! You know I love you Hazz!” I called then added,” But I love you more Lou. Just don’t tell him.” Louis winked and I laughed.

“I’ll see you later Lou. Got to go get food.” I said and left his room.

“Hey I’m going to go get some food. You want to come?” I asked my boyfriend.

“Yeah sure. We can go on that lunch date you promised me.” Harry said, and smiled.

“I’m up for it. Let’s go!” I said, and skipped out of the apartment.

“Oh and tonight I’m taking you out on a real date. A real date.” Harry added and I smiled.

“I can’t wait.” I told him.

I was glad to be home. I really was. Everything was going to be easier now. We didn’t have to leave every couple of days; we didn’t have days of hardly any sleep, and no screaming. Plus I could spend more time with my boyfriend and family. It was good to be home.



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