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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12. Jake Night

BRIDGET'S POV

 

I look at the letterboard. Is it a word? A place?I think for a while, a while more, and a little while more. I start to wonder...could it be? No....

I type in the word I know it must be: Bridget.

The light turns green.

I open the door and start walking down the street.

"Bridget!" I turn around and see Jake.

"Jake!"

"Want to go get some food with me?"

"Um, sure!"

"Come on." He reaches out his hand and waits for me to accept or decline. I accept it. We get in his car and are soon at the resturant. We walk in, grab a table, get our drinks, and talk.

"So, come here much?" I laugh.

"Nah, only once a day." He returns with a smile.

We get our food and then it gets a little quieter. He looks up once in a while when I slurp my drink, laughs, and then eats some more.

He gets the bill and then we relax in the booth. I look around, my eyes falling on a group of five guys. One of them had very curly brown hair. Uh-oh.

I look at Jake.

"What's wrong? You're really pale."

"We need to go. Just trust me." I get up, as does he, and we try to walk out in a crowd. Of course this doesn't work. I feel Harry's eyes fall on me as I walk out the door.

"Look, we'll go our seperate ways. Tonight was fun." He gives me a hug and then we scatter. I walk into the nearest place...a bar. It's not a busy one, just a few couples sharing a friendly drink.

I walk to a booth in the back. He knows I'm here, might as well make myself look like a loner. I see him walk in the door and his head turns as he looks for me. I get nervous and duck under the table. I see his feet coming back. I crawl under the table, towards the wall and stop when his feet stop. He sits down, tapping his foot.

"I know you're under the table. Might as well get up on a chair."

I get up from under the table.

HARRY'S POV

I watch Bridget as her eyes slowly close. I haven't even finished my drink. Her head goes down slowly onto her elbow, she's out.

I pick her up, get her into the car, and drive home.

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I get up, shower, and get dressed. I wear: a white T-Shirt, jeans, Converse, and a beanie.

"Better get up." I sit on the edge of the bed and look at Bridget. She's still wearing her clothes from last night's "Jake night".

She opens her eyes and looks at me. Smiling.

"Morning, Cutie." She gets on her elbows.

"Morning, Beautiful." I lean forward and give her a kiss.

"You're so perfect." She whispers.

"Well, thanks. Do you remember last night?"

"I wasn't drunk."

"Good, so what were you thinking?"

"What do you mean?"

"Last night with Jake!"

"We went out to dinner!"

"Exactly, you went to dinner!"

"We didn't do anything." She takes hold of my hand. I give her hand a squeeze.

"You're so hard to keep track of." I put my head on her shoulder.

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