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.


3. My New Home

I opened my eyes, everything was blurred.

"Bridget?" I could hear Sydney's voice.

"Shh! She needs rest."Mrs. Breckinridge put a rag on my head.


"Shh. You must rest." She said in a soothing voice. I closed my eyes.

I woke up completely the next time. I was in Lori's room (Mrs. Breckinridge)

"Lori?" I was surprised that I said that.

"Yes?" She came in holding her apron in one hand, two tickets in the other.

"Wha-" My voice cracked. "What happened?" I sat up some, still feeling slightly dizzy.

"You passed out." She showed my a piece of paper.

"Her signature?" I asked. She knodded and smiled.

"Good." I relaxed. "Where is Sydney?" She came running in.

"Mom, are you in here?" She saw me awake.

"Bridget! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" She hugged me.


"Well, I wanted you to drive us there..."

"Don't blame yourself!" I continued to hug her.

She sat down on the bed.

"You woke up on the perfect day! Tomorrow is your birthday!"

"Do I look ok?" I messed with my hair.

"Yeah! Yeah!" She always repeated herself when she felt bad. I looked at Lori.

"You look wonderful. Bruises are bairly there, glass is out, and there is no infection!"

"Wonderful!" I threw my feet over the edge of the bed.

"Woah!" Lori held me in my place.

"I'm fine! Really! I feel great!" I smiled and got up.

"Are you steady?" Lori asked.


"Sweetie...There is something I need to tell you." She let go of my arm.


"This is your new home." She looked at me, not knowing what I would do. "I can't let you go back there."

I hugged her. "Thanks for watching out for me.

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