Little Things

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  • Published: 1 Jan 2013
  • Updated: 22 Aug 2013
  • Status: Complete
Just an average American teen goes into NY and sees a One Direction concert. She doesn't really like them, but her best friend Sydney does. She goes with her to a concert and thinks that the guys seem like brats. After the concert, she decides to drive herself to the Coffee Shop she passed on her way to the show. As she pulls out, she almost hits One Direction's Harry Styles! She stops just in time, gets out of the car, and realizes she almost hit Harry. Harry was running away from two fans when he went by her car, and now asks her to help him get away. She says 'Fine' and then starts to fall for him. She tells him that it's not the popularity that's important, but the Little Things that guys do that makes them special. Harry decides that she's worth the time. But the problem is, the rest of the band thinks that Harry has been kidnapped! Harry finds them and they meet her. But Harry starts to overreact to everything about her. She is mad that he is taking away her freedom.


1. Moving On

"BRIDGET! Get down here right now!"

"No! Why would I? You're just going to scream at me some more!" I slammed the door to my room. I leaned against the door. I reached for my phone and called my best friend.

"Hello?" She said.

"Hey, can I come over?"

"Is she yelling again?"

"Big time. Can I come over?" 

"Yeah. I'll have my mom come talk to yours." She said, her voice drifting off.

"Thanks." I bit my lip, trying not to cry.

I packed my bag, throwing things in like I was throwing away my anger.

"GET DOWN HERE." My mother screamed.

"With pleasure!" I threw open my door and stomped downstairs, carrying my suitcase under my arm.

"Where are you going." My mother grabbed my wrist.

"Away from you! Let go of me!" I freed my wrist from her grasp.

"No, you are not!"

"Try and stop me, then!" I threw open the back door and walked out.

"Get back...Now." My mom shouted, even  outside.

"You're embarrassing me! Stop shouting!" I lower my voice.

"I embarrass you, huh?" She screamed out to the world.

"Yes. You don't just embarrass me, you humiliate me." I walked to the car, got in, and pulled away from the house. I was prepared to never come back to that terrible house. 

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