Up In My Head (Harry Styles/One Direction) [EDITING]

15. Little Things

A/N:

Thank you for almost 1700 reads! 2000 next?

I'm really sorry for the really boring chapter in the beginning of the week... :/ truly sorry. I know it's really boring and it's more of a filler chapter. There were a few things I needed you to know before I continue the story. And the only way I could think of was to put it in the last chapter. Hopefully, things will turn out better in this and the upcoming chapters :)

YOU HAVEN'T MISSED THE VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL, HAVE YOU?!

As I wrote on my "wall" (or whatever it's called), there will be a really sweet and cute Valentine's Day Special in this story. It'll be chapter 18, so you wonderful readers will get TWO chapters that week! :) so this is my plan;

Feb 06 2013 - Chapter 16

Feb 10 2013 - Chapter 17

Feb 14 2013 - Chapter 18 (VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL)

I hope that's okay with everyone. And I could still use some of your favorite 1D songs. Please comment your absolute favorite song of our absolute favorite boy band! ;)

Enough notes, don't you think? Here is chapter 15 of Up In My Head;

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Chapter 15

Little Things

My thoughts made me blush. A lot. And blushing for no visible reason in a mall full of people isn't the best thing I've done in my life. I was given really weird looks and since I wasn't 'no one' to everybody anymore, it was definitely not a good idea; Harry Styles' girlfriend running around in Gothenburg with her cheeks covered in red paint. I could already see the headlines in my head. And I really didn't want to be known as the girl who painted her cheeks red. Crap, did I just thought of myself as Harry Styles' girlfriend? What was wrong with me?

Deep inside, I knew what was wrong with me. I wasn't suffering from an unknown disease or illness. It wasn't stress that made my head go dizzy every single time I was near Harry. It wasn't the heat that made the blood rush to my cheeks every time he smiled at me. There were no reasonable excuses anymore. Things had evolved into something I had never imagined was possible. And I knew there was only one word that could explain my strange behavior. One word. Four letters.

Love.

As I walked into a big white store with really light spotlights in the ceiling, I finally had the guts to admit it to myself. I was in love with him. With Harry Styles and according to Em, he was the biggest player in all history. I didn't believe her, though. But she had told me he had only been dating older women since the X Factor, four years ago. But Thalia hadn't been older than him, right? I didn't know, to be honest. And how could Em know all these things about One Direction when she said she hated them?

My phone woke me from my thoughts. I forced the blush away from my face. You see, when I blush, I can't talk properly. I took a deep breath, prepared myself to act really professional and answered before I could see the name on the display.

"Jessica Warren," I said and automatically straightened my skirt.

"Hey, babe!" Alex shouted from the other end of the phone. "How're ya doin'?" he asked and I stopped in my steps. Seriously?

"Hi, Alex..." I answered. I didn't really want to talk to him. It felt kind of awkward talking to my boyfriend when I, just a few seconds ago, admitted that I was in love with someone else. To be honest, I never really loved Alex. I thought I did, but I realized I didn't after I met Harry. The reason I thought I loved Alex was that no one else even noticed me. Dad was... Dad and Leon was never home. I had no friends but Em and I just felt out of place all the time. I never fitted in. I didn't fit anywhere.