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.


5. My Boyfriend...Wait, what?!

JUST FOR THE RECORD: From this chapter and forward, it will be in present form. Sorry, but with writing all my other books in present form, it's hard to switch. But of course, when the book is done I'll go through it and make it either present or past at the end. Sorry for the confusion! Thanks! ~Masyn:)


"Where are we going, exactly?" Harry asks.

"Woah!" I fiddle with my fingers on the steering wheel.

"What? What does 'Woah' mean?"

"Oh, sorry. Spacing out. I just got my licence today. 'Woah' means 'wow'." I have a hint of being annoyed in my voice.

"Woah! You are sixteen? Holy-"



"No swearing in my car."

"Oh, sorry." He starts to bite at his nails, clearly scared to say anything.

"What NOW?"

"Oh, just thinking about how I'm probably going to die..."


"NOPE!" He mimics me. I knudge him, since he's annoying me.

"Sorry, sorry." I look out the window and slightly smile.

"There it is! A smile! HA! You do like me!"

"W-What? No!"

"You stuttered! Obviously an American fan!"

"No! I'm thinking of how my best friend would be acting if she knew..."

"Knew what?"

"You're not that bright, you know that?" I laugh as he knudges me back. Pay back, I guess.

"Knew what? Come on, tell."

"You sound so much like a girl!" I laugh, and then try to control myself. "Anyway, if she knew that I was in the car with Harry Styles!"

"SHH! That name can't be said!"

"Why not?"

"Obviously the Press will want an story they can get!"

"You are SO uneasy. Look..." I roll down the window. "HARRY STYLES IS IN TOWN!" Nobody looked at me.

"Ok, ok. You've proved that you are an idiot. Good job." He claps his hands for me.

"Shut up." We share a laugh, and then reality comes back.

"Aww, I thought you were going to keep smiling." He grins at me.

"Look, I don't like your music that much, I'm not a 'Directioner' and some who likes you should be in my place."

"No! Since you aren't obsessed with me, we can actually be friends. I can't personally know someone who is drooling at me!"


"I know, but the fans are sweet to me. Sometimes I just want to be normal though, you know what I mean?"

"In a way, yes." I knod my head. Harry laughs. "What?"

"This is the longest conversation I've ever had with a girl who I'm not dating." We are silent after this. I give him a little tour of the town. We stop off at the beach, since the moon looks pretty and Harry insisted on doing so.

"Woah! This is really pretty." He walks in the sand. I motion him to follow, and we go up to a beach house door. I bring out a set of keys and open the door.

"Is this your house?"

"Nah, it's my beach house."

"What's the difference?"

"Well, when my dad was here we came to this house every single summer. It was always my favorite place." I close the door behind us.

"This is really nice."


We go over to the living room, I offer him a drink and go to the kitchen to get a glass. I pour him a glass of water and hand it to him.

"So, what's your plan?" I sit down on a chair and rest my arm on the side of it.

"Well, tonight I'll call the boys and tell them that I am fine, and not to worry because I was abducted my an alien." He laughs and rubs his hands together.

"Nice..." He looks up at me and locks eye contact.

"Thanks again. For saving me from the fans." His phone rings. "Sorry..."

"It's fine, take the call."

He stands up and presses the green phone on the keypad.


"Hello?" A voice says to me.

"Hey, Liam!"

"Dude, where are you?"

"Uh..." I look over at the girl. Oh, wow. I don't even know her name. My mouth goes "What's your name?" and she mouths back "Bridget."


"Still here. I'm just..." She motions me to say 'eatting'. "Eatting?"

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm sure. I'm eatting."

"Where are you? We'll pick you up."

"I'm at Coldbrook Beach?" She knods a yes.

"Wow, you don't sound so sure."

"I am at the Coldbrook Beach."

"Ok, we'll come pick you up."

"Sounds good."

I hang up on the phone and put it in my back pocket.

"Thanks again." I give her a kiss on the cheek and wave bye.

I walk out the door, and all of a sudden I realize I'm being a jerk. She saved me from fans!

"Harry?" She calls.


"Um...You're welcome."

I smile and wave bye again. I walk outside, and she follows me.

"Harry?" She calls again.

"Yeah?" Same thing....Really original.


I jog back over to her and kiss her on the lips. What am I doing?



"What are you doing?"

"I don't even know."

"You don't kn-" I kiss her again. She puts her arms around my neck this time.

"Bridget, right?" She pulls back all of a sudden.

"You can't go around kissing people, you know!"


"No, you're not! That's s-o messed up!"

"I'm sorry that I, Harry Styles, like YOU. An ordinary undercover fan!"

"Excuse me? Here it is. The jerk side of you. I knew it would have to come out!"

"Jerk? You kissed me!"

"No! You kissed me!"

"Guess what! You kissed me back." I go right up to her face. My chests rises and falls.

"Yes. I kissed back. Because I thought you were a nice guy." She turns on her heal and walks down the beach some. I run up and grab her waist.

"Look. I'm sorry. I was being a jerk."

"Anything else you want to add?" She waits patiently.

"What's your last name?"

"Myers. Bridget Myers."

"Ok. Bridget Myers, I like you."

"Harry Styles..." I wait for a response. She grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me towards her face and kisses me.

"Do you like me, then?" I smile, as does Bridget.

"Yea-" Her eyes get wide. "Harry, don't...turn...around..."

"Why not?" I whisper.

"Because there is a guy that just took a picture." Her eyes get really wide.

"Oh great. I have an idea." I take her hand in mine. "Run." I pull her along, and we run down the beach. I dial Liam's phone number.


"Liam! Get down to the stop light! FAST!"

"Which one?"

"THE ONE WHERE TWO PEOPLE ARE RUNNING!" We sprint down to the light and see a familiar car. "Come on!" We jump in the car and slap the door.


"Well, you weren't eatting, huh?" Says a familiar voice. I lift my head and see Liam sitting there.

"Uh, no." Harry says. He puts his arm around my waist.

"I'm Liam. That's Niall. That's Zayn. That's the driver." He points to everyone.

"I'm Bridget."

"American, huh? Nice job, Harry. Getting a girl in trouble!"

"What? No!" He acts in my defense.

"No actually. I called him a jerk, he called me a jerk back."

"And now you are running???" Zayn calls out.

"GUYS!" Harry shouts over their voices.

"Harry..." I look over at him. "Uh..Guys, I am his girlfriend."

Everyone sits forward all of a sudden.

"Yeah, right..." Niall chimes in.

Harry quickly jumps into the picture again and decides to give me a huge kiss. WAY too big.

"Harry..."I push him back with my hands against his shoulders.

"Prove my point?" He looks at everyone. Everyone knods in response.

"Welcome to our little circle, Bridget!" Liam shakes my hand.



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