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.


13. Water is Sweet

I woke up to my phone ringing. It was the second time this morning I had hear it buzz across the room. I reached for it in my half-asleep state and felt something unfamiliar. Suddenly my eyes snapped open. My heart skipped a beat and then settled. It was just a vase of flowers. I became confused. Flowers from who? I furrowed my eyebrows and ran my fingers through my messy hair and got out of bed in search of my phone. In my weary state, I completely overlooked the boy sleeping on the floor, and stepped on his arm. 

"Fuck!" he yelled sleepily. "Jesus Christ..."

"Shhh!" I whispered, flinging clothes onto the floor. I saw my phone and answered it. "Hello?" I made my way back to my bed, and slipped back into the warm covers. 

"Brielle!" I heard someone yell in my ear. "You're awake?"

"Louis?" I questioned, groaning. 

"Yeah!" he sounded drunk. I pulled the phone away from my ear to look at the time. It was 9:38 in the morning. "Look, Brielle. We saw you and -- shut up Zayn! I'm calling..." Louis paused. "Yeah I'm calling her now shut up and... anyway, Brielle. We saw you and Harry go home together last night." 

"Yeah? Wait." That was the guy that was on the floor. 

I had been persuaded by Louis to join in with a round of shots just past one. At about three, Harry dragged me away from Niall and drove us home. I guess he decided to stay. 

"Wait what?" Louis asked. 

"Have you even slept yet?" 

"The year is 2014, baby!" Louis screamed. I heard someone murmur something in the background and Louis laughed. "Niall has a head ache!" 

"Hey, Louis, I'm going to go. I'm smashed," I groaned. I hung up before he could say anything and put my phone on silent. I rolled over to face the wall and bury myself in my blankets. I hear shuffling on the floor and then pressure on my back. My duvet was lifted, and in slipped Harry. His large hands wrapped around my curvy frame, pulling me towards him. He was cold, his bare skin touching my back. He chuckled and lifted his head to my ear. 

"Why hello there," he mumbled. 

"Hi," I giggled. "How are you?"

Harry pressed his lips to my neck and I could feel him smile against my neck. "I'm wonderful." 

I wriggle beneath Harry to turn and face him. His face was cold and his cheeks were flushed. I ran my fingers through his curls and cupped my hand at the base of his neck. Harry dipped his head and kissed my forehead. My stomach flipped and I buried my head in his bare neck. I could hear his heartbeat thrive under his skin. I ran my hand down his neck and across his shoulder. His breath caught and I grinned. 

"I was thinking we could out to lunch later or something..." Harry suggested, his voice low and husky. "We could get Indian and ice cream and then come back here and watch movies?"

I sat up, the duvet flying off us both. "Now that you've said it, I'm starving.!"


The snow fell lightly as Harry slipped into the local Indian Take Away seemingly unnoticed. His large jacket hid his tall frame and the black beanie he was wearing hid Harry's curls slightly. I sat at one of the round tables as Harry ordered us some food. The restaurant wasn't busy, taking the time into account. It was just over ten thirty. Harry sat down next to me and placed his left hand on my upper thigh. I turned to face him. Although his face was covered by large -- and horribly hilarious -- sunglasses that had pink hearts on the sides. He was smiling, and slipped his sunglasses down his nose to wink at me. I winked back and felt my heart leap. His hand slid up slightly and rotated inwards. His smile changed from a loving smile, to a seductive smirk. Harry straightened up his name was called. He collected the food, thanked the lady, and we were outside. 

The snow was falling harder now, and the visibility was almost next to none. My hand was glued to Harry's as he tried to manoeuvre his way past other pedestrians. We reached the safety of my apartment building's awning, and we were covered in snow flakes. Harry took off his beanie to shake his hair, making snow fling out at me. I giggled, unlocked and opened the door. Inside was warm, and as Harry closed the front door and locking it again, he began taking off his jacket and all his other layers. He began doing a strip dance as a joke, but then he became serious. He tugged my arm towards the elevator, and when it eventually came, Harry shoved me inside. When the doors closed and he pressed my floor, he placed the Indian next to him and shoved me up against the floor-to-ceiling mirror. He wasn't kissing me, but his mouth moved to where mine was. We were touching from thigh up, and he was gently pressing his body to mine. He smirked and dipped his head slowly to press his lips against mine. My eyes squeezed shut as his surprisingly warm hands went up my shirt, tickling my waist. He sucked on my bottom lip, slightly biting it. He pulled back and his hands suddenly left my breasts. He chuckled at my squirming, and then picked the bag of Indian food back up, straightening his shirt.

"I've wanted to do that for a while," Harry acknowledged. I straightened my bra and gave him a frown. He frowned back. "You liked it."

I shook my head, my cheeks burning red. The elevator door opened and I walked out ahead of Harry. I turned left to face my apartment door, and fumbled for my keys. I was hot, and I didn't know why. I heard Harry place the plastic bag down again as I unlocked the door. I felt his hands gently twirling me to face him, and he pressed up against me again. His hands slid down my back and rested on the side of my thighs. He just looked at me, his eyes searching my face for any sign to continue what he was doing. I winked.

"Fuck eating," I whispered.

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