Little Things

  • by
  • Rating:
  • 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.


14. Never Said You Had Her

"So, I was thinking we could have friends over." Harry says. I don't turn around, instead I keep washing a plate at the sink.

"Mmhmm." I don't feel like speaking.

"I thought maybe four or five."


"Darn it, Bridget. Talk to me."

I put my hands on the side of the sink and look at the bubbles covering my ring.

"What do you want me to say?" I turned around, wiping my hands on a towel and leaning against the sink.

"Well, 'Sure Harry!', 'Sounds great, Hazza', 'Love to!', or something!" He opens the fridge and pulls out a Cola.

"Ok, sure Harry! Sounds great, Hazza! Love to!"

"What's wrong with you?" He starts to raise his voice.

"Why do you care?" I match his voice.

"Lo-" He turned around and walked into the livingroom.

"Har-" I wipe my hair from my face and go into the livingroom too. "Look, we never snap at eachother like this." I put my fingers between his fingers.

"Yeah, we don't." He puts his other hand on my hand.

"I'm sorry, friends again?"

He knods and gives me a kiss.

"It's ok. I knew you'd turn into a grouch." He laughs and guards his face from my towel as it comes across for punishment.

"Harry Styles, you'll pay for that!" I laugh as the towel falls to the ground.

"I know, I know. I need to go, but I love you." We hug before he gets up to leave.

I put my feet up on the couch as he puts on his shoes at the door.

I wave bye and smile. He mimics me.

I get up and start my dusting around the house. I go through the drawers, wardrobes, and all that stuff. I put everything in it's place, but as I leave the room and trip over a little box that says 'Memories'

I sit on the floor and look through the pictures. Him and Zayn choking on fish, Niall in the tub with a rubber ducky, Louis eatting a carrot while reading "Life is Like a Box of Carrots", Liam singing into a razor, me drawing a cartoon shoe (long story) and then....a girl I don't know. There's a note attached to it.


I loved today! Can't wait for tomorrow. I'm sorry about saying no to your proposal and all but I'm just not ready. Maybe in a few years. Love you! ~Genna

WHAT?! HE PROPOSED? Anger is burning through me. How could he not tell me that he was so seriuos with a girl?


"Home, Bridget!"

"Well, that's nice." I look at a magazine.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. Just Genna." I pretend to scan an article.

"Genna? Oh, Genna."

"Yeah, 'Oh, Genna'." I throw the magazine on the counter.

"Look, I haven't seen her in years."

"Do you like her still?"

"No, not at all."

"So why didn't you tell me about her?"





Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...