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.


9. Plane Trip

"Nervous?" Harry asked me. I was biting my nails, so I guess I was.

"Hmm? No..."

"Bridget..." He took my hand away from my mouth. "Calm down." He teasingly handed me some sanitizer before holding my hand.

"Harry, how much longer?" I leaned against his shoulder.

"Oh, about..." He looked at his watch. "Two more hours." He played with my hair.

"Having trouble there, handsome?"


"You sure?"

"How do you do that stupid thing girls do to their hair?" He fiddled with the ends.

"A braid?"

"Yeah. sounds right." I showed him how to do it, so for the rest of the time he put braids in my hair. When we had fifteen minutes left I undid the braids and put my hair in a pony tail. He was slightly sad to see his work go to waste. He gave me a little kiss as I got my purse.

"Ma'am, may I assist you?" A slightly handsome plane manager asked me.

"She's fine." Harry said, putting an arm around my shoulder defensively. I could feel how tense he was.

"No, thank you." I gave him a smile, and he gave me one in return.

"W-What was that?" Harry leaned forward to look at my face.

"Harry! It's fine."

"No, no it's not." Harry got up from his seat.

"Where are you going?" I grabbed his wrist.

"To have a little talk with that manager."

"Harry, please, no. He was doing his job. Just sit down." I tried to pull him back, but it was impossible. He walked over to the manager. His back was facing me, so I just looked at the other guy's face. He was shocked. He looked at me like 'I can't believe you date this jerk'. Harry came back and motioned me to take his seat instead. I guess he wanted the aisle seat.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing you need to know about." "Harry looked in the other direction.

"Harry, I'm able to defend myself, you know."

"No, you're not." He put a butterfly kiss on each of my fingers on my right hand. The captain announced that we would be arriving in five minutes. The manager gave us a complimentary glass of water and winked at me. I hoped Harry hadn't seen. There was a little note attached to it. His phone number.

"What's that?" Harry asked as I was folding it.

"Nothing you need to know about." His eyebrows went down into a frown.

"Bridget." He held out his hand for the note.

"Harry." I put the note in my purse. It would take a while to dig it out again.

"Bridget, come on."

"Harry, no." I was tired of the conversation. I got up from my seat when the sign turned off, slinging my purse around my shoulder. Harry grabbed one of the straps and pulled me towards him.

"I'm going to see that note, now."

"Later." I gave him a light kiss to distract him as I pulled his fingers away from the purse. We walked off the plane as the manager said "Did you get it?" Harry turned to me, realising what it was. He took my arm and pulled me away, taking my purse in his arm. He dug through the purse until he had found the note. He opened it, read it, crumpled it up, and threw it to the floor. It's a good thing he had made another copy. The manager was quite smart.

"I don't want you to do anything stupid while we're here. " He said as we walked.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Like taking some random guy's number." We didn't talk for a while, not until we met up with the guys at Harry's house.

"Hey!" Harry said as he opened the door for them.

"Harry! Bridget! What a surprise!" Zayn teased.

"Hey, guys." I said in a quieter voice.

"Come on in, guys." Harry motioned them to come in. He took my hand in his, encouraging me to not be so shy.

"Well, been a while since you've been here, huh Harry?" Niall said.

"Yeah, it's been a while. Anyone want a drink?" Harry asked.

"Water for me." They all said.

"And for you?" Harry looked at me as he spoke.

"Cola." He knodded and went over to the kitchen. I saw snow outside. Part of me wanted to go out and play in it. I quietly got up, put my converse on, and went outside. I was cold without a jacket, but I didn't really mind. I walked down the street a little bit and looked at all of the houses. Snow was falling faster as I walked forward. Looking at all of the lights that had been resently put up. I twirled around, probably looking like an idiot. I didn't really care. I pressed my feet into the snow, hearing a crunch as I did so.


I walked out holding three waters and a coke. I looked around for Bridget.

"Where's Br-"

"She's looking at the snow." Liam said, knowing the question. I put my shoes and coat on.

"Does she have a coat?"

"I don't think so."

I mumbled how stupid this was under my breath. I walked out the door, looking both ways for Bridget. I walked down the sidewalk, following her foot steps. I saw two figures up ahead. I broke into a jog. I saw that it was Bridget and someone else. I went back into a walk and took her arm. She jumped.

"Sorry." I handed her a coat to wear.

"It's fine. This is Jake." She introduced us, since I never talked to anyone on my street.

"Bye, Jake." I motioned Bridget to follow me back to my place. She said her goodbyes, giving him a hug.

"We're on for tonight?" He softly took her hand to stop her.

"Y-Yeah. Tonight." She gave him the smile that I loved. I gave her a little yank and we were on our way back.

"You're not going."

"Harry, yes I am."

"Uh, no, you're not." I laughed in amazment that she even talked to a guy in front of me.

"Sorry, but I'm going." 

"Bridget, I am not letting you go." I got close to her face.


I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't go. I went up to the guest room. I looked for a window, and found one. I decided to not leave, but to explore the house. I went up to the attic, exploring through all of the crap.

"Bridget?" I heard Harry knock on the guest room door. I decided to play a little game of Hide and Seek. I went into a huge box, covering myself with the blankets.

"Bridget?" I heard again. I heard him coming up the stairs. I heard the floor of the attic creak as he looked around. He started searching throuh the entire room. He got close to me. His hands rested on the blankets, pulling each layer up. "Well, well, well." He said as he pulled back the blankets. He sat down on the groud next to me as I got up. I had a lot of energy, so I decided to play a new game.

"TAG! You're it!" I ran down the stairs, Harry got up, surprised. He was able to skip five stairs, unlike me. The guys were in the living room. I ran past them, slipping as I went. Harry had his shoes on though, which was an automatic weapon. He was really close to my when I touched a chair and yelled.

"Base!" He backed off, waiting for me to run. I walked around the chair, spotting an exit. I ran towards it, opening the door and stepping out onto the snow. Bare foot.

I ran as fast as I could and hid behind a bush.

"Bridget, you need shoes!" He didn't feel like playing anymore. I decided to make a run for it. He caught up with me, lifting me up off the ground and giving me a little kiss. He carried me princess style, since I had no shoes.

"I'm f-f-f-freezing." I buried my face in his shoulder.

"I gathered that by the chattering teeth." He put his arms protectively around me, giving me warmth.

He carried me up to the guest room, tucking me in under the blankets.

"I'm going out with the guys, ok? You get some rest." I knodded my head, closing my eyes from being tired from the time change. He kissed my forehead. He didn't close the door, which made me feel like he trusted me. I heard my phone buzz. I looked at the screen: Message From Jake.

Jake: Hey, ready to go?
Me: Sorry, but I did something stupid and now my feet and num. And I'm tired from the time change.Ok?

Jake: Ok, I'll text you later. Bye!

I put down the phone, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

I woke up to a door opening and closing.

I got up, put a warm robe on over my clothes, put Harry's slippers on, and walked down the stairs. But it wasn't Harry.

The man grabbed my arm.

"'Ello, miss.You alone?" He walked towards me.

"N-No." I tried to buy some time.

"Well, doesn't sound to confident." I was glad that my father had taught me defensive moves. I have him a kick, punch, and another kick. He hit his head, knocking him out. I quickly got out my phone.


"What's wrong?"

"Would you come back, please."

"I'm on my way." Harry hung up and I knew he would be here soon. I got out a frying pan in case the guy woke up.

Minutes later, Harry came through the door. He saw me holding a frying pan, which worried him when he saw the man. He threw him out into the snow, locked the door, and came over to me.

"Are you ok?" He looked for broken bones. I had a bruise on my wrist from the man grabbing me.

"I'm fine." I tried to hide it, but he had seen it. He took my arm and observed the bruises.

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not. It's just a battle wound." He pulled me in for a hug. I relaxed as soon as he did. I felt safe again.


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