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.


29. What A Girl



I'm so glad we're married. I mean, nobody sleeps together on their first date. That's just not what a lot of people do. His parents would have died if we'd have done that. Thankfully, we're married.

"Morning, Beautiful." Harry says to me as I pull on my robe.

"Morning." I say in my morning voice.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Ironically, I was on the left side of the bed, but when I went to bed I was on the right.

"Crap, what embarassing thing did I do?" I try to remember last light. "What I drunk?"

He smiles. "You just rolled around in your sleep."

Oh, that's all. I think to myself.

I go in the bathroom and change into my clothes. I go out and see Harry, sitting on the bed playing his guitar. I brush my wet hair and go sit with him.

"So, I heard from a source that you're writing songs and singing when I'm not around?" Harry doesn't look at me as he speaks, he watches the strings vibrate.

I go over and grab my notebook frommy suitcase. Harry puts down the guitar and grabs it from me.

"Harry! Stop!" I say as I try to get it back. He pulls me onto his lap and kisses me as I try to get it. "Stop it!" I swat him to make him stop as I continue to try to rescue my notebook.

He opens it, holding his arm out so I wouldn't grab it.

"What's the tune?" He says as he picks up the guitar and looks at me. I take the notebook and think. Do I let him know anthing?

"It-It doesn't have one." I start to close the book.

"W-w-wait!" He puts his finger in the book to keep it open. "How 'bout this?" He plays what he'd been playing.

"Harry." I look at him,pleading.

"Come on!" He waits for me to sing. Finally, I do.

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