Little Things

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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.

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6. Breakfast With The Guys

"Hungry?"Louis holds out a Granola Bar. He waits, as I observe his face under his beanie.

I grin and shake my head. Harry continues to look over my shoulder. He seems protective over me. It makes me kind of upset that he doesn't trust me. Even with his friends.

"Harry?" I wave my hand in front of his face.

"Yeah? Oh, sorry." He puts his arm over my shoulder.

"Stop it, now." I say under my breath to him.

"Never." He says back.

"So, ready for the next concert?" Liam breaks the silence.

"Harry! What is wrong with you?" Niall jumps into the full back seat. I feel sorry for Zayn, alone in the middle seat. I was hoping he wouldn't also join us.

"I'm sorry! I just..."He looks at me and gives me a little grin.

"HARRY!"Liam shouted to get his attention. Harry turned his face to him quickly. His curls covering his eyes as he did so. I put my hand up to his forehead and fixed the curls. He looked so adorable.

"I'm not going to them." Everyone got quiet as he said those words. "I'm staying with Bridget." I shook my head in confusion.

"No, no! Harry..."I put my hand on his chest. We were both surprised, and slightly uncomfortable. "You need to go to the concerts." I looked into his gorgeous green eyes. Gosh, why was he so hot. I moved back my hand. Zayn was looking pretty jealous of Harry's pretty 'girlfriend'.

"Guys, just say that I'm really sick. I want to spend time with Bridget." The guys looked at him in amazment, waiting for me to bud in.

"Har-"

"I've made up my mind." Harry was very close to border line anger. He put his head back on the seat, encouraging me to also get some rest. I looked at Liam and Niall, they shrugged and went back to their rows. Horsing around as they did so.

"Harry." I whispered to him.

"Hmm?" He opened his gorgeous eyes and help contact with me.

"I..I don't want to come between you and the band. Please, just go to the concert." He looked exasperated and flexed his fingers, his hand forming a fist.

"Bridget, I...told..you." He looked dangerously angry. "I..am staying with you. This conversation is over." I tried to remove his arm from my shoulder, but he was too strong for me. We didn't speak for a while.

"Bridget." Liam whispered to me. I opened my eyes.

"What is it?" I whispered back. I didn't move, not wanting to wake up Harry.

"He can't stay with you. Convince him."

"I-I can't. He just gets mad."

"Thousands of girls want to see him tonight! Risk it! Please." He pleaded. Harry started to move around, which mean't our conversation was over. He opened his eyes, observing my fake sleeping.

"You do know that I'm not stupid, right?" His voice was harsh.

"No, actually." I was asking for it.

"Look, Bridget. I don't care what you think about me skipping tonight. So just stop trying. Where is your favorite store?" He looked around outside the darkly tinted windows.

"Uh..." I looked around. Harry put his arm around my waist. "Right there." I pointed to the most decent looking place I could find.

"Pull off right here." He raised his voice to be heard. We pulled off the road and Harry put on a beanie, a jacket, and put his curls under the hat.

"Looking good!" I laughed. He grabbed my neck and pulled me forward for a kiss on the cheek.

"What's your middle name?" He asked curiously. I bit my lip.

"Er, it's Eleanor."

"Hmm, how about I just call you Ellie?" I smiled, meaning I liked it.

"Come on." He took my hand in his and helped me out of the van. We walked towards the door.

"I'll need help chosing."

"Oh, great." He joked back to me.

We looked through the racks of clothes, he picked out an outfit that he liked and gave it to me to try on. I put on the white skinny jeans, sky blue tank top, and a pair of Converse.

"Like it?" I modeled the outfit for him. He smiled and knodded. We payed and ran back to the van before being discovered.

"Nice!" Liam said.

"Because she sure needed to know what you thought." Harry snapped at Liam. We were all surprised again.

"Harry!" I grabbed his arm, pulling him away. "Calm down." I said as we sat down in the back row.

"Harry, chill man." Zayn joined in.

"Shut it, Zayn."

"Ha-"

"Ellie!" Harry yelled at me. "I can handle this."

"Obviously you can't!" I climbed out of the back row and forced open the door, storming out. On the other hand, he could call me Bridget.

"Ellie!" He chased after me, grabbing my waist and pulling me back.

"Get off of me!" I knugged him away, though he only tightene his grip.

"Stop acting like that!" He pulled me towards the van, sick of me telling him what I thought. He made sure that I got in, and then shut the door. This time, making Charles (the driver) lock the doors. "Let's go." He told Charles.

"Harry, stop controlling her!" Niall was getting sick of this, thankfully.

"She's fine, Niall." He was ready to end this.

"Harry, you're just tired." I stroked his arm in an attempt to get him tired. He gave me a small kiss.

"Goodnight, Beautiful." He made me blush. I pushed his head away and mumbled "In your dreams."

He fell asleep, so I joined Zayn in the next row.

"Sorry about before. I shouldn't be here."

"No, no! It's okay." He tried to reassure me. I gave him a little hug and then listened to music with him.

"Bridget, are you hungry?" Liam asked me.

"Yeah, actually."

"Ok, Charles is going to get us some food. We're almost to Atlanta."

"Oh, ok." I felt my phone vibrate in the back seat. Harry didn't stir. I went back to get it, and tripped over Harry's feet, falling on him. This time he woke up. Oops.

"Well, morning." He looked down at me and grinned.

"Sorry, I fell." I reached for my phone and read 'Message from Sydney'. I texted her saying I was fine, and visiting some family.

Harry stroked my hair, reading over my shoulder.

"Lieing, huh?" He kissed my head.

"Nah, just not telling the complete truth." I let out a giggle as he shook his head at me, making his curls go crazy.

Charles got our food, and then announced that we were an hour away from Atlanta.

"Yes!" Niall was super excited. I laughed at this.

"Ready for sight seeing?" Harry looked over to me. I heard him, but I was too tired to open my eyes.

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HARRY'S POV

I moved her hair away from her face. She was too pretty to look bad. I put a pillow on my lap, and then put her head on the pillow. Allowing her to spread out on the row.

We arrived, but I didn't move or wake her up.

"Harry, just wake up her up!" Liam said to me. I wanted to shout at him, but it would make her wake up.

"No, just go have fun and leave me some keys for our place here."

"Condo 5." Zayn gave me his set of keys.

"Thanks." I grinned and then motioned them that it was ok for them to go. I played with her hair as she slept, it was so soft. I tried to do one of those things that girls do to their hair, put it was just impossible. I looked at my watch. It was around five. We had been here for three hours. I opened the door, and carried her princess style to the condo. I finally got the key in the door, and then I walked around the condo trying to find a bed for her. Finally, I found the room that read "Harry" since I knew that the guys would want their beds. I would sleep on the coach since she was my girl.

I put her head on the pillow and put the blankets up to her waist. She lookd comfy, so I went out to the fridge to find something to drink. I found a Pepsi and poured it in a cup. Drinking it until I heard movement in my room. I jogged over to the room, seeing no one.

"Ellie?" My voice was full of concern. I looked around in the room, bathroom, everywhere. I walked outside, looking for her desperately. I put my fingers on the door, leaning forward to see. No where.

"Harry?" I head her voice call inside.

"Ellie?"

"Harry?! Where are you?" I coud hear her tiny feet looked around, also nervous. We ran into each other in the hallway, she wrapped her arms around me for a hug.

"You ok?" I looked down at her face. She knodded.

"Just worried." I cupped her chin in my hand.

"I wouldn't let anyone bother you, trust me. You had me terrified." I gave her a bear hug, probably suffocating her on accedent.

"Harry." She looked up at me. "Promise me you won't worry about me."

"I can't. I will always worry." He gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Big flirt." She joked.

"I'll take that as a complement." I laughed as I released her. "Need anything?"

"Nah, I'm fine." She went over to sit on a chair, but slightly, no, completely missed the chair.

"Ellie!" I went over to pick her up. "Are you ok?" I checked to make sure she wasn't hurt.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just clumsy." She giggled at her mistake.

"You better be." He gave me a wide smile.

 

BRIDGET'S POV

"I'm going to go to the bathroom." I got up, hurrying.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I closed the door quickly. I lifted up my shirt about one inch to see a deep gash from the chair. The blood was going down to my white skinny jeans.

"Crap." I whispered. I got a rag before the jeans were touched. I looked for a bandage, but had no luck. I had to get Harry's help. I couldn't let it get out of control.

"Harry?" I called through the door.

"Yeah?"

"I need help." I heard a pair of heavy feet hurry towards the door.

"What is it?" Harry opened the door.

"I hurt myself." I showed him the gash by my bellybutton on the left side. He quickly got a stool for me to sit on and found a First Aid Kit.

"Why didn't you say so before." He asked as he cleaned out the gash.

"I didn't want you to worry."

"Well now I'm worring that you won't tell me when you are hurt." He looked down at me, even when kneeling. He was so tall. He put the bandage on the gash and then gave me a little kiss.

"All better?"I asked him.

"All better, Beautiful." He smiled at me. I yawned to myself, but he saw me. "You need rest." He helped me up and showed me to his room, telling  me that I would be using it. "Here." He handed me an old T-Shirt to wear to bed.

"Thanks." I gave him a grin.

"Goodnight, beautiful."

"Night."

He shut the door for me, taking some clothes for him to wear to bed with him. I looked around the room, observing the bathroom, closet, and TV.

I wasn't at all ready to sleep. I was tired, but I didn't want to go to sleep again. Not yet.

I looked around for entertainment, but there wasn't any. I decided to go out and talk to Harry. I went quietly over to the door, putting my hand on the handle. It wouldn't budge. I tried with more force, but it was impossible to move. I figured out that he had locked it. I was sad that he didn't trust me. I went over and turned on the TV.

"Turn it off!" I heard him say. I got the remote and turned the volume down. "I'm not stupid! Turn it off!" I felt lik he was controlling me. I rolled my eyes, not allowing myself to be controlled.

"Unlock the door and I will turn off the TV!" I said back.

"How about I keep it locked and you turn off the TV? Now." He mean't business. I turned it off and decided to just go to bed.

HARRY'S POV

I looked at the computr screen, occasionaly listening for sounds of movement. There was none. I heard the front door open and saw the boys come in.

"Harry!" Zayn exclaimed.

"Shh!" I spat at him.

"Oh, sorry! Little babe asleep?" Zayn was egging me on.

"Don't call her babe." I got up defensively.

"Woah! Calm down. Zayn is drunk." Liam budded in.

"Drunk or sober, he doesn't call her babe."

"Harry, calm down." Niall also joined Liam.

LIAM'S POV

I observed a set of unfamiliar keys next to Harry.

"Harry?"

"What?"

"Those keys...do we all have them?" Harry looked down at the keys, and then back at me.

"They are to the bedrooms. I found these on the counter in the kitchen. They have names on them."

I walked into the kitchen and got my set.

"Harry, did you lock your door?" I looked at him, but he didn't respond. I went over to the door and gave it a yank, it was obviously locked. "You locked it?"

"What's wrong with me guarding my belongings?" He snapped at me.

"W-where's Bridget?" I looked around for her.

"None of your business. Just bud out, would you?" He stood up, his veins showing.

"Did you lock her in the room? What kind of sick person are you?" I shouted back at him.

"I said to bud out. So bud out." He got dangerously angry.

"She's not your 'belongings', Harry. You don't own her. Stop acting like you do." I walked away from him, slamming the door to my room.

BRIDGET'S POV

I woke up, the sun shining. I walked over to the door. It was still locked.

"Harry?" I yelled through the door.

"Ma'am. You can't be let out yet." Charles replied instead.

"Why not, exactly?

"Mr. Styles wants you in there."

"Charles, please. Let me out." I pleaded. I heard the door unlock, and Charles showed his face to me.

"Ma'am, please stay in here. I will gladly bring you food."

"Charles, don't worry about me. I will handle Harry. You had nothing to do with this. I forced you.

"I can't let you lie. Please, stay in here." His eyes were begging me.

"I would love some breakfast, Charles." I was giving up.

"Thank you." He whispered. He brought me some breakfast that I picked at slightly. I was mad.

"Charles." I said to the door.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"When will they be back?"

"After the concert."

"What time it that?"

"Noon, miss."

"What time is it right now?"

"Around 11:30, miss."

"Thanks, Charles." I played with my fingers for a little bit, but decided to go get ready instead of wasting my time. By the time I was completely ready and also more angry, the door opened and closed.

"Charles?" I heard Harry's voice call.

"Yes, sir?"

"Keys, please."

"Of course, sir,"

Part of  me was thinking about slapping Harry when I saw him, but then he'd keep me in the room. I heard the door click open, and I got furious.

"Hello!" Harry smiled. I walked next to him without a word. I gathered my purse up and walked towards the door. Harry beat me to it, locking it, also. "Where do you think you're going alone?"

"Hmm, I don't know. Away from a person who locked me in a room for over ten hours!"

"I'm sor-."

"No, you're not." I put my bag down, since he wasn't going to let me go alone.

"Ellie, I'm sorry. I don't want you hurt here."

"I'm a big girl!"

"I know. But I don't want to lose you."

"Well guess what, you've lossed everything else and if you don't stop this, you'll lose everything."

"I just can't let you go out there alone. Maybe after I get you a better phone, ok?"

"Fine."

"Hug?" He opened his arms, so I accepted the hug.

Tomorrow would hopefully be better than that.

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