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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12. Late Night Kisses

"When are you going to get ready?" I blabbered as I jumped into my dress. "We're going to be late!"

Harry stepped into my view and smirked. God I wanted to slap him. He had black skinny's on with a white dress shirt which was unbuttoned. He carried his jacket in one hand and a glass of water in the other. "I'm all dressed. You're not." I growled and tried to zip up the back of my dress. I grunted as I pulled the zipper half way. I felt warm hands brush aside mine and grab my hips. Harry chuckled and zipped the rest of it up. His hands lingered and I was frozen. In the mirror I saw Harry open his mouth and reach for my shoulder, but then he was gone. "Five minutes, Brielle!"

I brushed through my curly brown hair and grabbed my coat. I put it on and stepped outside. My apartment was horribly under dressed. I had barely any furniture, and no lighting except for the ceiling lights. I caught a glimpse of Harry in the corner of my eye, and he was beautiful.

***

Harry was jumping to the beat of the song. He didn't have any rhythm, and it was adorable how he didn't care. We promised each other we wouldn't drink so both of us would be sober to see the new year in. Speaking of which I needed to find Louis. I made my way through the hot, sweaty dance floor that was Nick Grimshaw's lounge room, and opened the slider doors to lead to his balcony. I shut the doors behind me and saw a crowd of people overlooking the railing. I searched for Louis' red jacket and finally spotted him in the corner with Eleanor. I bounded over and startled them both. Eleanor's eyes widened at me, then at Louis. Louis shrugged.

"What's up fille française?" Louis smiled. 

"Don't call me 'French girl"," I scolded. "I swear if you use that every time you talk to me I will--" 

"Brielle, what's wrong." Louis cut me short. 

I sighed, my breath making a huge cloud of warm air in front of me. It was snowing lightly, and Louis had snowflakes in his hair. "Harry wanted to say something to me earlier tonight... he hasn't spoken a word to me since we got here."

Eleanor placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled kindly at me. "If he wants to say it, he will. You never know he could be head over heels in love with you."

I swallowed and pulled my coat closer to me. "Thanks. I'll see you at midnight." 

I spun on my heel and walked back inside. The music was slow and the once bouncing bodies were now swaying slightly. I could spot Harry immediately. He was the only person without someone. I walked over and stood beside him. 

"What time is it?" Harry asked. "That song went on forever."

I glanced at my watch and smiled. "It's nearly eleven-fifty. We should head outside if we want good seats." 

Harry took a hold on my hand and tugged me through the swaying bodies. I could see Zayn cuddling Perrie -- who I had only just met -- in the corner. Niall and Liam were somewhere inside. Harry lead me towards a room. I guessed it was Grimmy's room, and was corrected when I looked inside. It was a spare bedroom with nothing symbolic or personal inside. He let go of my hand and shuffled towards a floor-to-ceiling window. With a slight grunt, Harry pulled the window open and held out his hand. I sauntered over and took it. He pointed to where I had to place my feet to jump out. I stood on the ledge of the window and looked down, finding another ledge. This one was on an angle, facing away from the balcony. I stepped down onto it and immediately sat down. Harry followed suit. He made himself comfortable and smirked at me. 

"I used to sit out here after Nick and I would go to parties. I liked to look out towards Big Ben and count down to the next hour." Harry paused and looked over his shoulder to the window. "That used to be my room. For two whole months of a year, that was my room." I opened my mouth to say something, but I shut it again. "God I hate it when you do that."

"Do what?"

"Open you're mouth, like you're about to say something, then close it. It's bloody annoying." Harry looked down at me. 

"You do it too!" I counteracted. "Like tonight after you zipped up my dress."

Harry was silent as he stared at Big Ben's clock face. It read 11:55. "I can't put it into words. It's not something that I can say out loud."

I nodded. "I understand."

The clock read 11:59. I held my breath. The cold got to me, and I started chattering my teeth. Harry linked his arm around my waist and pulled me towards him. I looked up at him and started to hear people count down. 

10...

Harry looked down at me and his hand rubbed at my hip.

9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3...

Harry suddenly became serious.

2...

He leant in, and stopped just before his lips touched mine. 

1.

And then he kissed me. My mind raced. I didn't know what to expect, really. It sent tingles up my spine. It made my joints weak. I could smell Harry's cologne. Where we were touching was suddenly amplified by one thousand. Everything I had thought about earlier suddenly didn't matter. What did matter was that Harry was kissing me... and I loved it. When Harry pulled back, he muttered something against my lips. 

"I didn't quite get that." I breathed, just audible. 

"I love you."

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