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.


2. Phone Calls

I jump up and down, regretting my choice of wearing leggings and a thin jumper. I was waiting for my boyfriend, Bradley, to pick me up from the airport. After my flight landed, I hadn't stopped checking my phone. Harry hasn't called yet. I rub my hands over each other in order to warm them up. My teeth started chattering, and I wished I had worn something more warmer. But again, I had underestimated the weather in Paris to be slightly warmer. I glance at Harry's bag and try to resist the urge to open it and put on his jacket. It's not yours. I remind myself. Bradley should be here in a few minutes, so I could withstand at least another twenty without a jacket. I sat down and hunched over, trying to regulate my body temperature. My phone started vibrating in my hand, and I sucked in a breath. Without checking the caller I.D, I answered. 


"Brielle? This is Harry. I think you may have my bag." a deep voice flowed through the line. 

"You think? I'm freezing my ass off in Paris right now." I say, trying to stop my teeth from chattering. I take three involuntary breaths. "And my boyfriend isn't here. He's like two hours late, so I'm literally frozen."

Harry laughed, whispering something I didn't quiet hear. "You know you can use my jacket. It's not illegal." 

"I--" I huff. "When do you think you would be able to pick up your bag? I'm in Paris until next month."

There was a shuffling on the other line, and I heard Harry protest something, and then the line cut out. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at the screen. I looked up to see Bradley's car pull into the parking lot. I get up, grab Harry's bag, and slide into the passenger seat. Bradley watched me as I shuffled around until I was comfortable. I admired him, and smiled. He leant in to kiss me, and as our lips connected, the butterflies I once had for him seemed to have died. Seven months without him around cooled my attraction towards him. His once long and shaggy brown hair was now cropped short and styled into a little quiff. His usual jeans and plain black tee had been changed into a nice suit. I question him in my mind, and I automatically assume he had made it in the agenting business. 

"Goodness!" Bradley exclaims in French. "You're freezing!" 

"If you weren't late, I wouldn't be. Besides my bag got mixed up with some guys, so I only had his jacket." I retort. 

Bradley's eyes flamed. He gunned the car and started speeding towards his house. Small talk was exchanged, but nothing exciting was said. He mentioned a few times that he had been hired by several different girls wanting to become actresses. He bought his house two months after I had left with the money he earned. The house was small, with only one bedroom, and two bathrooms but it was nice. When we arrived Bradley insisted that he was too tired to talk, and set up a bed on the couch for me. He said he needed to clean his room, so I couldn't sleep with him. I didn't mind. After he closed his door, I emptied the contents of Harry's bag onto the floor. I unfolded everything and set them into piles. His band shirts were plentiful, with Nirvana, the Beatles, Blink 182 and Pink Floyd printed onto them. He had five pairs of jeans, three different pairs of shoes, one jacket, six different bottles of pills and two books. One was an Edgar Allen Poe novel with the title rubbed off due to usage, and a smaller, more thicker book with brown leather and stars on everything. I guessed it was his journal, and placed it to the side. He had good taste. I folded everything back up and placed it back in his bag. I left out his journal and the novel, and placed the bag under the coffee table. I started reading the novel, but kept glancing over at his journal. I put the book down and sat up straight. One little glance can't hurt... No. I lay down and stare at the ceiling, slowly drifting to sleep. 

I awoke to the sounds of my phone vibrating against the glass coffee table. I reach over, still half asleep, and answer it. "Hello?" 

"Brielle. It's Harry."

"For fucks sake Harry, don't you know what time it is?"

"Four a.m. 5 for you. Look, I'm coming to Paris in like three days to help cast the main lady in One Direction's new music video. Text me where you live and I'll come pick it up."

I giggle. "Call me at a reasonable time and I will." 

"You're so difficult." Harry huffs. 

"You're so self-centred." I answer and hang up.

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