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.

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31. Scars and Souveniers

HARRY'S POV

 

We finally get home.....at four in the morning. What are we? Tired and cranky. Not to mention we're both drunk.

"Harry, move your leg." Bridget snaps as I drive.

"I can't help it." I grit my teeth. Bad idea.

"I'm sick of your attitude!"

"I'm sick of yours!"

 

We get home and we're fighting worse as we get into our room.

"If you are going to be like this, go to the guest room you-"

"This is my room as much as it is yours! I don't give a-" I say, stopping when I think of Darcy.

"You make me so mad sometimes!" She points her index finger at me.

"Ditto! I'm sick of this!"

All of a sudden, out of no where, she slaps me across the face. Lemme tell you something, it hurts a lot. I mean, it stings like nothing else. What do I do as I'm half drunk and cranky, too? I slap her a little harder than I mean to, knocking her to the ground.

She lay there, motionless.

"Bridget?" I calm down and get her off of the ground, sorry I touched her gorgeous face. I almost cry. I pick her up and put her on the bed, then...everything goes black.

 

 

BRIDGET

 

I wake up, quite sore. Harry is asleep next to me, his face has a cut on it right on his cheek bone. I feel my face. I definantly have a gash on my jaw bone. My head hurts, too. I remember something happening and then me falling on the floor and hitting the bed, too.

Harry stirs and looks at me, eyes turning pink.

"Bridget, are you talking to me? I'm so sorry, Babe." He's almost crying.

"Wha-what happened?"

"We got in a fight, cranky and you were pretty drunk, me only slightly, and you slapped my face and I slapped you too hard. I am so, so, so sorry."

I think this over. Well, we were drunk.

"Harry, I forgive you."

He puts his arm beside my waist and leans down to kiss me. We kiss for quite a while, almost making out, basically.

"I forgive you." I whisper.

He runs his thumb agaist my cheek where he slapped me too hard.

"I'm so sorry, and thanks.

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