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.


29. Wakng Up

I stopped thinking.  At least for a little while. I heard someone else in the room. I wondered who it was. I knew Louis and Niall were I the room with Zayn. Liam left so it must be Harry.

“Mikayla. I don’t know if you can hear me but I just want you to know that I will never leave your side. Like I did last time. That was the worst mistake I could have ever made. I left you alone in a world you didn’t remember.  I am so sorry. I never meant that to happen. In fact if I knew it would have caused you a memory loss, I would have never even left. I thought you would never want to see me again after you saved my life and I caused your accident. I swear. Please don’t die. I don’t know what I would do if you did. I know you said something that is breaking my heart and it already broke Liam’s but some how I know it isn’t true. I know you don’t love Zayn. Even though he is my best friend I now you don’t. You love someone else. And I hope that someone else is me.” Harry said, quietly.

 As he spoke he took my hand and was gently stroking it with his thumb. It felt good. Oh how I wanted to say that he was right!

“And I know you don’t love me. I don’t care. All I know is that I won’t leave you alone again. I am sorry. If it helps I won’t leave tonight. I won’t until you wake up. And I hope that’s soon so I can see those pretty little green eyes of yours that are so much like mine.  Mikayla please wake up. Please. I love you and I know you know that. I’m sorry for what I did to the rest of the guys telling them to stay away from you. I should have never done that and if I knew you liked Liam; I wouldn’t have even kissed you that one night. I’m sorry. I love you Mik and I always will no matter what happens. You were my first true love, my first kiss, my first friend. You were and still are everything to me. And you always will be I promise.” Harry said.

My heart went out to him. He loved me. He always had. Harry was my Hazza. I felt Harry squeezing my hand lightly.

“If you can hear me squeeze my hand. Or do anything for that matter. Open your eyes, talk, or move so I know you can hear me.” Harry asked quietly.

 I could hear the desperation in his voice. He sounded on the verge of tears. I desperately wanted to do what he said but as much as I tried I just couldn’t. I felt a tear on my arm. Harry was crying. I had made him cry.

“I’m sorry Harry!” was what I was shouting in my head. Moments like these were when wished I was telepathic. It would be so much easier. I wanted to know what was going on inside his head. I wanted to know what was going on in Liam’s head and everyone else’s too. I wanted to know. I wanted to speak. I wanted to move.  I wanted to just open my eyes and look at my Hazza. My Liam. My Zayn. My Louis. My Niall. My family. I wanted to apologize to Liam. I wanted to make things right. I wanted to heal and get up out of this bed and live my life. I wanted a lot of things that weren’t being made into reality. And I didn’t know when they would become a reality.

“Please Mik. Please.” Harry cried.

I tried once again to move. I just couldn’t. It was like someone had taken super glue and super glued every part of my body to the table and made sure I couldn’t speak either. I knew it hurt Harry every time he asked me to move or do something other than just lay there and I couldn’t. I never wanted any of this to happen. I wanted my life back before I met One Direction. Before I became part of them. Before I was made into a newly singing sensation. Before they snuck into my limo and came to my house. Before I interviewed them in place of my mom because she was too busy making out with the producer. I wanted to go back to worrying over my school and hating my mom.  I missed my old life.  This caused my brain to go into a argument. Here is what was going on inside my head.

One Part of my Brain (OPB): Okay. Hold on a minute. Why am I talking like this? Why am I even thinking this? I love One Direction. They were, before I got to know them personally, five extremely hot guys who had an amazing talent. Never in my life would I have thought that one day I would be the girlfriend (well now ex-girlfriend) of Liam Payne and the sixth member of their group.  One Direction is more than pretty faces and insane talent. They are all genuinely nice guys with big hearts and each of them have their own unique qualities. I mean yeah they are still extremely hot guys with amazing voices.

The Other Part of my Brain (TOPB): Yeah but you can’t go anywhere without being recognized. You just broke Liam’s heart. You just got hit by a car or something. You are stressed and worried over to many guys. You used to not have to worry about a single guy until now.

OPB: And that is a bad thing because? I mean I love all of them. They all love me. They all are like big brothers to me well not the ones I am dating or used to date. I guess. I mean One Direction is awesome. They all are just there is no way to describe them.

TOPB: Then why were you thinking of leaving them the other day?

OPB: I was pissed off and upset. Of course I would start to think irrational. Duh.

I wanted to scream SHUT UP but obviously that wouldn’t have worked because it was my brain. I sighed inside my head and listened to Harry talk about random things like his favorite One Direction song or his favorite food.

A little while later I heard Harry speaking to the nurse that walked in. She had gasped and almost fainted by what I could hear. I thought it was funny. Then she left and I listened as Harry’s quiet footsteps walked towards my bed. What came next surprised me and then it didn’t. I felt his lips press down on mine. It was a small and short kiss but it felt amazing. It gave me a little more strength then I had before. My heart was going crazy and I knew that made Harry smile when he heard the monitor. I smiled inside my head and fell asleep.

***About 5 days later***

I jolted back to consciousness. I had been asleep for a long time and I was feeling a lot better. I was feeling a lot stronger too. Maybe sleep was all I needed to wake up. I remembered what Harry did. He had kissed me. It was our third kiss. Well the only ones I remembered. I wanted him to kiss me again. Maybe then I would have enough strength to move and open my eyes. I wanted to say how much I appreciated him staying here for me and not abandoning me. He didn’t the first time on purpose at least. He had left me alone because he thought it would hurt me to see someone that had caused the accident. That day wasn’t his fault. I saved his life and he shouldn’t feel bad because I lost my memory over it.

Thinking of this made me sad and I stopped thinking about it. I was going to try one more time to open my eyes. I told my eyelids to move. To open. To at least flutter or open a tiny bit. And they did.

I opened my eyes to a darkened room. Harry was asleep with his head on my bed and his hand on mine. His sleeping face was turned towards me and I saw dark circles under his closed eyes. The curls I love so much were spilling down and were everywhere. Like normal. I moved my other hand to brush his curls out of his face so I could see him clearly.

I had no idea how long I was out and honestly I didn’t want to know. I really didn’t.

“Harry?” I whispered.

Harry moved a little bit but his eyes remained closed.

“Harry?” I whispered but a little louder.

He stirred. His beautiful eyes fluttered open and stared into mine. I watched as they widened in shock.

“Mik?” he whispered. I could tell he was unsure of what to say. Or if this was even real.

“Harry.” I whispered back to him.

“Is this a dream? Are you actually awake?” he said. His voice grew louder at every word.

“Yes and quiet please. And this is not a dream. I want to thank you. For staying with me. And I did hear everything you said that one day where my heart went out. I am so sorry for what I said that day. It is al a mistake. I need to explain that to Liam.” I said.

“Liam. Oh well he isn’t even here. He went back with Louis to talk to the media. He won’t be back until tomorrow. And Niall stayed back with Zayn. And you did? Everything I said?” Harry asked me.

“Yes everything you said.” I replied and smiled. It felt so good to smile. I moved my hand to his arm.

“You know that everything I said was true. I will always be there for you to make up for what you did for me. And not just for that reason.” Harry said, looking into my eyes.

I stared back into his. I missed being able to talk to my boys. Or at least one of them. All I could do was listen.

“I missed you Hazz. And yes I know that. I mean it too  when I say I will do the same. I won’t ever leave you. I will always be there for you too.” I replied and Harry kissed me for the fourth time.


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