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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8. The Wake Up Song and the Bradford Bad Boi

I laid in my bed, curled into a ball for what seemed like years. I had no idea how long I had been there. That memory was shocking. I haven't remembered anything since the accident. I hadn't even remembered the accident if I wasn't told of it. What was shocking for me was how I reacted to it. I mean it was a good memory. It was part of my past. After the accident, I had lost all of my memory. This was the first time I had ever remembered my past. I closed my eyes and shut down my brain. I needed to sleep and stop thinking. My eyes drifted shut and sleep took my tired body.

 

"Should we wake her up?" a familiar British voice whispered above my head.

 

"No! We should sing the Wake Up song to her. I mean look at the way she and Harry are laying. Exactly like Harry and Zayn when we made that video." another voice said, that I knew was Louis. Wait a minute Harry was in my bed? Well whatever.

 

"I'll go get my guitar." the only Irishman said.

 

I heard Niall sneak off and then return a few minutes later.

 

Niall began to strum on his guitar.

 

"It's time to wake up in the morning." they began.

 

All of a sudden they began to jump up and down on my bed. One of them landed on my stomach. Ouch that hurt.

 

Then, when it was time for Harry to say "Time to get up!" I shot up and shouted that while Harry said that too. Then I chased down a certain boy from Bradford. He was the one who landed on my stomach.

 

"Zayn! I'm going to kill you. You don't wake me up in the morning. I wake myself up not you." I shouted. Zayn laughed evilly. He was fast. But I was faster. I tackled him. He came toppling down.

 

"I told you never to wake me. What part of that don't you understand?" I growled. Zayn just laughed. I looked into his eyes. They were beautiful. Deep and dark. It felt like I was drowning in his eyes. I realized I was on top of him, because the way I tackled him.

 

"Well if you would get up when you're supposed to then I wouldn't have had to jump on your stomach." said Zayn. I grimaced.

 

"You can't be talking, Bradford Bad Boy." I said, faking a British accent.

 

"Well you got me there Mik" he said, laughing. I loved his laugh. It was day brightening.

 

I heard someone clear their throat and I turned my head and saw Harry.

 

"Harry!" Zayn said in surprise. He pushed me off of him and I landed on the floor with a thump.

 

"Thanks Zayn." I grumbled.

 

"Sorry Mikayla. I got to go." he said, not looking at me. Weird. Just a minute ago we were laughing and having a good time, and then all of a sudden, he was cold and unfriendly to me. I felt hurt.

 

"We still have our plans to go shopping later?" I yelled at his retreating figure.

 

"Yeah! We are leaving at ten." Zayn yelled back.

 

I grinned and turned to Harry. Harry's face was frowning and I felt my face start to drop.

 

"Why is Zayn acting like that?" I asked Harry.

 

"No idea." he replied.

 

"Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!" I sang.

 

"I don't know why he is acting like that." Harry said, still lying through his teeth.

 

"I can tell if your lying or not. You learn how to do that with parents like mine. Trust me. Oh and having to deal with idiots at school. I am good at telling when people lie. So you might not want to lie in front of me. Just a hint of advice." I said.

 

Harry just looked at me after the little speech I had just made.

 

"So I ask again. What's wrong with Zayn?" I asked, getting straight to the point again.

 

"Like I said. I don't know." Harry said, looking me straight in the eyes.

 

This boy will never learn. I sighed and gave up. This wasn't over yet. Just for now.

 

I walked out of the room where I had tackled Zayn. I walked up to my room and changed out of my pajamas. I skipped into the bathroom, humming We Are Young by fun.

 

"Give me a second I.

 

I need to get my story straight

 

My friends are in the bathroom

 

Getting higher than the empire state

 

My lover she is waiting for me

 

Just across the bar

 

My seats been taken by some sunglasses

 

Asking bought a scar. And

 

I knew I gave it to you months ago

 

I know you’re trying to forget

 

But betweeen the drinks and subtle things

 

And the holes in my apologies

 

You know im tryin hard to take it back

 

And so if by the time the bar closes

 

And you feel like falling down

 

Ill carries you home.

 

Toniiiiiiiiiight

 

We are yoooooooung.

 

So we set the world on fiiiiire

 

We can burn brighter

 

Than the suuuuuuuuun!" I sang as I danced around in my bedroom.

 

I had made sure my door was locked and I had put in my earphones in. Well I think I did. I was in my favorite outfit. I had on some acid wash black skinny jeans, an off the shoulder black t-shirt that had no back and some Osiris high tops. I skipped into the bathroom still singing the song. When it ended Ass Back Home came on. I sang that too. Then, Party Rock Anthem, then Love the Way You Lie. I sang all of them, knowing every lyric and every note. This was my happy place. I swept on some mascara, eyeliner, and some smoky eye shadow. Had to look good for my shopping 'date' with Zayn. Just kidding. This was just a shopping outing. I still didn't know what I was going to do with what happened with Harry. I mean does this make us boyfriend and girlfriend or what.

 

My earphone fell out and I bent down to get it. As I bent down I saw a pair of shoes attached to a pair of legs. I slowly stood up and saw Harry, Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Louis gathered around Harry who by the way was holding his phone, with the camera pointed at me.

 

"Harry Edward Styles. What the hell do you think you are doing?" I said.

 

"TwitCam." he said simply.

 

"How long have you been recording me?" I asked.

 

"About when you started singing We Are Young." Zayn said.

 

"SO you got all that? You heard me and recorded me on a TwitCam for about 20 minutes." I stated the obvious.

 

"Well duh." Niall said.

 

"Harry. Turn off the TwitCam now. Before I take a straightener and straighten all the curls on that bug head of yours while you sleep." I growled.

 

Harry's face widened in shock and he turned the camera around and said, “Well bye guys. See you next TwitCam." and he turned it off.

 

"Thank you!" I said and turned away from them.

 

"You were really good. I mean I've never heard anyone sing like that well except for us. We are definitely better than you. No offense by the way." Louis told me.

 

I looked at him to see if he was joking. By his face, I could tell that he was definately not joking.

 

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