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.


20. The Pursuit of Happiness


I walk Bridget as she breathes. She is asleep, looking as gorgeous as ever. We returned from our honeymoon around seven hours ago and crashed after a light kiss.

She starts to stir, so I pretend to be asleep.

"Harry." She puts her hand over her stomach. I open my eyes all the way.

"What is it, Love?" I sit up straight and put my hand on hers.

She runs into the bathroom and let me tell you, what happened wasn't pretty. And what wasn't pretty happened around five times. I finally got the hang of holding her hair on her fourth run, making the fifth easy. She sat down, leaning against the wall, looking sick.

"I'm having the doctor come." I say as I pick her up and put her in bed. I place a bucket next to her and she just looks at me gratefully.

I kiss her forehead and call the doctor.


"Hello, Mrs. Styles. I'm Doctor Porter."

"Doctor Porter, nice to meet you." She knods her head.

"Let's see what's up!" He runs a few tests and then sits on the chair I brought up.

I sit next to Bridget and wait for the news.

"Good or bad news first?" He asks.

"Good." We agree.

"Good news is that you're ok, Mrs. Styles."

We wait for the bad news.

"Bad news is that you need to buy a crib."

I look at Bridget, shocked but delighted.

"I'll leave you two alone." He winks at us and leaves the house.

Bridget runs her fingers along my face.

"I-I don't know what to do." I whisper to her.

"Shh, you're going to be a great father, that's what." She smiles and gives me a kiss.

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