Take Me Away

Brielle Kidd always wanted to be an actress. Travelling from her hometown close to Paris, to London to persue multiple auditions, Brielle suddenly realised that her acting career would never take off. Her agent and boyfriend, Bradley has a massive surprise for her back in Paris.

Certain steps she takes will eventually lead her to finding out the truth of her agent. And certain accidents lead her to Harry Styles' heart.

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Brielle's POV

My heart stopped, and my mouth hung open. My hand found his in a matter of seconds. I looked at him as he sniffed, turning his head away from me. Of course he wouldn't let me see him cry. I reached for his face, but he stood up, turning to me with a red face. Tears were falling down his face. He was taking deep breaths, his hands on his hips. I stood up and he instantly glared at me. 

"Harry... you're not thinking about doing that now... are you?"

He looked at me. I could see the pain in his eyes. Tears were falling down his cheeks. He tried to stop. I swear, he tried so hard. "I don't-" he hiccuped. "I don't know." He reached for his bag, pulling out the leather journal I was so close to reading. He tossed it to me carelessly, and I managed to catch it. I looked at him, and opened to a fairly recent page. 

20th November.

I just don't know what to do anymore. Louis just says its a phase. That I'll grow out of it. I don't know if I will. I called my sister today. I said I loved her. She asked why I was being so weird and loving and I just told her that I loved her again. I couldn't talk to Mom. I just... I don't know anymore.

- Harry.

I looked at him. I didn't know what to say. My bottom lip trembled, and I viciously wiped my eyes. I would not cry. Harry took his journal back. He seemed to have calmed down a bit. He took a bunch of pages and flicked through them. 

"This," he said, his voice cracking. "This is everything I have ever wanted to say to you. Most of them aren't very nice but I was just so mad at you for knocking into me, for taking away--"

"Harry." He stopped, and looked up at me. He was so vulnerable. His hair was a mess and his eyes were red and puffy. His face was red, even though the snow was just beginning to fall. I sniffed. I would not cry. "I'm sorry--"

"No!" he whispered. "Don't be sorry. I guess what I'm trying to get at is that you mean so much to me because of one simple accident. If you didn't knock into me and take the wrong bag," he took a deep breath to calm himself. "I wouldn't be here. Thousands upon thousands of girls wouldn't be here either."

"I hate you," I whispered, tears finally spilling over. "I hate you so much." Harry's face fell, his body slumping. I walked up to him and embraced him, pulling him in close. "I hate you for making me feel like this. You're welcome. You're so fucking welcome."

He wrapped his hands around me, laughing slightly. "Don't think that this has changed anything. Treat me like you always do, or I swear I will disown you as a friend." I pulled back and cleared my throat. I nodded, and punched his arm. He jumped back, rubbing the place that I hit him "What was that for?"

I shook my head and laughed. "I don't know."

Harry stood back more, and wiped his face. He still didn't seem normal to me, but it was close enough.

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