Little Things

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  • Published: 1 Jan 2013
  • Updated: 22 Aug 2013
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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.


21. It's Time


I pull back the covers and get into bed, which is no easy task. Harry watches me, smiling.

"You're so helpless." He pulls me next to him.

"Har, har, har." I give him a kiss and lay down. He turns out the light.

"Night, babes." He tells us both.

I rub my stomach as the baby kicks. We agreed to wait to find out what the baby was until the day I deliver, which I'm, nervous for. I look over at Harry, who's already asleep. I imagine what our baby might look like. My breathing gets unsteady.

"Ha-Harry." I shake him awake.

"What's wrong, Babe?" He gets up and helps me get up.

"I-I think it's time." I try to breath as we arrive at the hospital moments later.


"One more time." The doctor tells me. Look, he's a guy, he has no clue how much energy this takes. "There you go! It's a....

I bite my lip, anixious to find out. I look at Harry, curls maching his blue mask. "It's a girl!"

"A girl?" Harry looks up and cries for joy.

"Are you ok?" The doctor and I laugh.

"Harry! Calm down!"

"Here." The doctors picks her up and hands her to Harry.

"Bridget, what name?"

I think and then lurch forward.

"We have another one!" The doctor exclaims.

The nurse takes our little girl as I prepare myself.


The doctor tells me I'm done and I relax.

"It's a boy!"

"We need another crib." I mutter.

"Who cares?" Harry takes our little boy.

"Harry, we need two of everything!"

"Bridget, just enjoy them!" He smiles and hands me our son..our son. The words go over and over again in my mind.

"We need names. Could you bring her back in?"

The doctor knods and carries in our little girl.

Harry holds our daughter, I hold our son.

"Hmm." We both say. "Mike and Mary!" I suggest. Harry frowns and shakes his head.

"Kim and Keneth?"

"Nah. Brent and Barbara?"

"No...How about..." Harry thinks for a little bit. "Darcy and Danny."

"I love them!!!" I smile and look down at our son. "Hello, Danny."

"Middle names?"

"How about Darcy Rae Styles and Danny Edward Styles?"

Harry looks up, honored. "Let me see Danny." We switch.

"She's so beautiful." I kiss her little hand.



*Three months later*


So, there were some sleepless nights and stressful days at first, but we finally have the hang of it. I watch Danny and Darcy until Bridget gets home and then she watches them. When we have concerts Bridget, Danny, and Darcy wait for us behind stage with signs saying "We love Daddy!" and "We love Unclecarrots!" or "Uncle Louis loves Princesscarrots!" They were cute signs made by Mommy.

I finish my song and go behind stage and pick up Darcy and have Bridget pick up Danny. We go out on stage and the crowd roars. I see a smile appear on Darcy's small face.

"Darcy!" I say to her. "Some day you can come on stage with Daddy. Would you like to sing with Uncle Louis, Uncle Niall, Uncle Zayn the first, and Uncle Liam?" Darcy puts her little hands on my lips. I hold her head and walk back stage, putting her in her stroller. After Bridget puts Danny down we look at them and turn to eachother for a kiss.

"Good work, Daddy." Bridget says to me. "You successfully got Darcy to smile! Danny's a bit shy out there though."

"Well, Mommy, if he didn't take after you he would be fine." I smile.

"Um, look at him. He's exactly like you!" She laughs and gives me a kiss. "Go sing, Babe!" She knudges me and gives Danny and Darcy each a little toy to play with so she can sit down.

"I'd like to dedicate this next song to little Darcy."


Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderful
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she pretty
Truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy
We have been heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
Through us he's given life to one
But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she lovely
Life and love are the same
Life is Aisha
The meaning of her name
Londie, it could have not been done
Without you who conceived the one
That's so very lovely made from love


We finish the song and I see Bridget dancing with Darcy, making me smile. She puts Darcy down and picks up Danny. She has him wave, so I wave back. Wow, he does look like me. He's going to be amazing when he get's older. I start to think about them and how one day they'll fall in love and get married and have kids. Woah, slow down! I tell myself. They're only three months old, they've got time to change the world.



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