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.


66. Making Up- Well Sort Of

It had been a few hours since the guys had locked me in with Harry. They were serious about not letting me out. I had glared at Harry for the first ten minutes before sighing and leaning back against the wall. I had already memorized everything about him. He was wearing a pair of Jack Will’s sweatpants, a dark green shirt that didn’t hide the fact that he indeed did have abs, and a pair of white socks. I had on a pair of short shorts, a loose peach colored sheer top with a white tank top underneath, and a pair of flip flops. We hadn’t spoken at all, we’ve just glared at each other. That’s about it. I discovered they had taken my phone in the group hug thing they pulled me into.

I was going to kill a few certain people when I get out. I gritted my teeth and started thinking about what I’m going to say. I didn’t know where to start or how to start. I didn’t know what to say or how to say what I needed to say.

Harry got up and walked around the guest room, pacing. I watched him from my spot on the floor, my eyes never leaving him. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. That gave me the chance to try and find another way out. I scrambled around the room knowing there was a spare key to unlock this door somewhere. No luck. When I heard the toilet flush I went back to my spot and pretending like nothing happened. He just regarded me with his green eyes. I stared at him, locking eyes. I saw hurt, pain, anger, sorrow, and a whole lot of something else. Then it was gone. I was staring into blank eyes. He sure had a talent of hiding his feelings. He went back to his spot on the other side of the bed where I couldn’t see him.

We sat there in silence for another hour or so. I kept looking at my watch, just watching the time slip by. I wonder if they’d let us out if it got too late. My stomach growled, signifying I hadn’t eaten in a while.

“Hey! Can we get some food in here? I’m starving!” I yelled, making my way to the closed door.

Silence greeted me. Silence was a bitch. I sighed and walked back over to my spot. His eyes followed me just like mine followed him. We must have broken the record for not talking to someone. It had been like five hours or something. We had just sat there not doing anything for however long we had been in here for.  I think I had fallen asleep a few times but then was jerked awake by a tapping noise or something. I wondered why they put us in a bedroom. I hoped they didn’t think that just because we were locked in a room with a bed that we were going to make up and have sex. Gross guys. Just gross.

“How are you?” his voice startled me, breaking me away from the sad little world I like to call my thoughts.

“What?” I snapped, unintentionally.

“I just asked how you are. No need to be snappy.” Harry replied, making me get up to look at him. I was on the wall next to the door. Harry was on the other side of the bed where I couldn’t see him.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to snap. I’m better. How are you?” I asked him, relieved that we were finally talking somewhat civilly.

“Could be better.” Harry said, standing up so we were eye to eye.

Great he left me no place to continue the conversation. I bit my lip in thought. He is very helpful with these things.  Then a thought came to me and I decided to use it as a conversation starter.

“So Louis is getting married.” I said, in the empty silence.

“Yeah. He is.” Harry said simply, flopping down on the bed.

I stood there like an idiot thinking about what to do.

“I know Kylie’s ecstatic. She won’t stop talking about it. Is Lou like that?” I asked him, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“I wouldn’t know. I hardly see any of them anymore.” Harry said, looking up at the ceiling.

“Why?” I asked.

Harry sat up and looked at me. I bit my bottom lip and looked anywhere but him. I knew the answer to that question. I sat on the edge of the bed so my back was facing him.

“I think you already know the reason why.” Harry said softly.

“I- I don’t think I do.” I said, stuttering a bit.

“Mikayla look at me.” Harry said and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around so I was facing him.

I bit my lip again, and tasted blood. I bit it harder that time which had caused it to bleed. I ran my tongue over that spot and waited for Harry to speak.

“It’s you. I don’t know what to do with you. I really don’t. Nothing I said that day was true. I never meant to hurt you like that or so what I did. But things like that happen and we just have to deal with it. I never meant to cheat on you. Alcohol does things to people. I won’t touch another drop if it means getting back with you. I promise you that. Mikayla, I miss everything about you. I haven’t been able to sleep well. I haven’t done anything like I used to. I’m not the same without you. Me without you is like an Oreo with no milk. Or One Direction without one of us. You and I apart just don’t work.  Mikayla, please just give me one more chance. I’m- I’m sorry.” The curly haired Cheshire boy finished his mini speech and then looked at me with sad eyes.

I sat in silence processing what he said. He called me Mikayla when he normally calls me Mik. Oh wait. I told him my name was Mikayla not Mik. At least he listened to me.

“Mikayla-“ he started again and I held up my hand. He shut up and I thought for a moment about how to reply.

“Look, I’m just as at fault as you are. I said some things and did some things that weren’t good. We both did. I’m not saying I’m not mad or upset about it, because I am. I’m pissed off at myself because of what I did and I’m pissed off that you did those things too. I’m upset because well I’m letting you get hurt and myself too. I shouldn’t be doing that. You were right when you said that I always seem to ruin things. Because in a way I always do. No matter what happened things always end up bad for some one. Before you go on and on and on about how I don’t ruin things, save it because I do. And you know what what’s done is done and there is no way to go back.” I said, and turned away.

“Mikayla-“ he tried again and I held out my hand on more time.

“My name isn’t Mikayla. It’s Mik.” I said, softly and could practically hear his smile growing on his face.

“Look at me.” He said and I turned. My lips met his and I tasted blood. My lip was bleeding again. It made the kiss better if you ask me. Yeah yeah it sounds gross and all but it did. It did for some reason. Then I pushed him away. He fell back, a confused look on his face.

“Just because I sorta forgave you doesn’t mean we are back together.” I told him, getting up to go back to my spot on the floor. Harry’s face fell and I sighed.

“I don’t want anything to go bad again. I’m starting over. Right from square one.” I said, and stood back up to look at him.

“I can live with that.” Harry replied softly.

“Good. Then from this moment on we are starting over.” I said, and stuck out my hand.

“Hi. My name is Mikayla Patterson. You can call me Mik.” I said, and Harry took my hand and shook it.

“My name is Harry. Harry Styles. You can call me Harry.” Harry said dropping my hand and smirking.

“Hello Harold.” I replied, smiling.

My heart was still aching just not as much as before. I was still mad and upset but maybe a redo would make this all better. That way we can start over and do things right. And maybe just maybe things won’t end up like they did the first time.

“So tell me more about yourself?” Harry said, patting the bed next to him. I sat down and smiled.

“Well, I’m 18 years old. I live next door to the best people in the world. I work with my favorite people and am a singer in One Direction.” I started out.

“I’m 19 years old. I live with my best friend and his fiancé. I work in a band where I am a singer also in One Direction. Funny, I do remember seeing someone like you one day at rehearsals. And concerts.” Harry said, grinning.

“I remember now! You are the boy who tried to hit on me at work. How could I ever forget the curls?” I laughed, ruffling his hair.

“No one can. They are –“ Harry said, but was cut off by the door being flung open.

“I KNEW IT! YOU GUYS ARE BACK TOGETHER!” Louis yelled excitedly.

“Lou! No we aren’t. We are just friends now.” Harry said.

“Oh. Well you can come out now.” Louis said, his face disappointed. I bolted out of the room and ran to find a few people that were going to be dead by the end of the night.


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