Rule Number One

Chapter One- New Year's

It wouldn't be New Year's if I didn't have regrets. ~William Thomas

Brooklyn's POV

God I was such an idiot. How the heck did I think walking a half a mile home was a good idea. Now I was cold, my feet hurt from my stilettos, and miserably lost. Normally, I swear I wasn't such an idiot. I just was just upset. I mean who could blame me? I had just seen my now ex boyfriend making out with some blond long legged looks-like-a-super-model chick.

The count down tell the New Years had just began. 60-59-58-57... and so on. I searched the room for Heath. I mean I know we had just gotten into a fight about him having to much to drink that night, but I thought that we would make up and romantically kiss at midnight. I thought wrong.

I walked into the living room of Tiff's house. Tiffany was one of my closest friends and also the one who threw this big New Years party. Finally I found Heath... making out with someone besides me.

"Heath!? What the hell?" I yelled.

He tore his mouth away from the girl and looked up at me and then back at the blond. "Crap. Baby I screwed up. I promise, just give me one more chance and I won't do this ever again!"

"Were done." I snapped.

He pushed himself away from the girl and grabbed a hold of me, "Baby please--"

I could smell the alcohol on his breath, "Don't you 'baby please' me! I said were done."

I started to walk away when I heard him calling after me, but I ignored him. I reached the door and I heard someone else calling for me. It was Tiffany. "Brooklyn wait!"

I stopped and turned around to face her. "Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah I'm fine. I'm just tired and I'm gonna head home," I replied.

"I'm sorry about Heath," she said clearly worried.

"It's not your fault. Whatever, I don't care." I shrugged.

"Okay... text me when you get home."

I told her I would and then headed out the door. Crap, I thought, Heath took me here in his car. How am I suppose to get home now? Whatever. My house is only a half a mile away. Besides I could work off all the crap I ate that night.

That was a mistake. Now I was hopelessly lost on a unfamiliar road. I should have just asked Tiff for a ride.

That's when I saw a guy walking down the street with about 15 or so photographers surrounding him and calling out his name. As they got closer I realized they were paparazzi. One of them backed up into me, "Hey watch it!" I growled. Another slammed into me and due to my stilletos, I fell. A third guy kicked me, "Let me just get up!" I yelled.

Over the noise of the flashing cameras I heard a deep british accent yell, "Hey back up!" The crowd parted for him and I felt a pair of warm sturdy hands pull me up. "I'm sorry about that."

I brushed off my strapless red dress, "It's fine." I looked up at him for the first time. It was then that I realized that the guy I had been talking to was non other than Harry Styles.

"No I actually do feel really bad. My cars a block away, do you need a ride?" He asked. Now normally I wouldn't accept rides from strangers, especially at this time of night, but I was tired and maybe a bit tipsy from the little amount of beer I had, had at the party.

As we reached his car he opened the door for me and got into the driver's side. "I'm really sorry," He mumbled probably feeling guilty.

"Look dude, it's honestly not a big deal. Besides, I got a free ride," I explained smiling.

He laughed and pulled out of the parking lot, "So what's your address?"

"2734 Sherman Avenue, but you can just drop me off on Sherman. I don't realy feel like explaining to my roommate why some random guy is dropping me off around two in the morning," I replied as I turned to look out the window.

After a couple minutes of silence he finally said, "I'm Harry by the way."

I smirked, "I know who you are."

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" He asked.

"Nope," I replied, still smirking.

He looked confused, "Why not?"

"Haven't you ever heard of stranger danger?"

He rolled his eyes, "Well considering you are already in my car I don't think it's that big of a deal. Besides I'm dropping you off at your house. Could you at least tell me your name?"

Before I could respond I had gotten a text from Tiff, Are you home yet? I didn't really feel like explaining the whole situation about my ride home so I just said, Yeah, just got home. Anything interesting happen after I left?

We turned onto my street and Harry stopped the car for me to get out. "Thanks for the ride!" I yelled over my shoulder as I walked over to my apartment complex. I heard Harry start the engine of his car and eventually drive off.

Harry's POV-

The girl got out of the car and started to walk in the direction of her house, or apartment. "Thanks for the ride!" She had yelled over her shoulder not even bothering to look back. She hadn't even told me her name.

She was actually really fit. She had long brown hair, stormy blue eyes, tanned skin, curvy figure, and was pretty tall. Even thought I had found the girl fit and all, it was the personality that had made me interested. She hadn't seemed intested at all about the fact that I was Harry Styles. Most girls would go crazy over me, but she hadn't even seemed to care.

At first I had thought that she either didn't know who I was or just hated One Direction. I had met a couple of people like that. Except she hadn't displayed any hate towards me, and she had told me that she knew who I was.

She had seemed a bit sad or annoyed when we were driving back. It was probably because of the whole paparazzi running into her thing, I thought. Or maybe even she was just a bit moody. Girls got a bit weird during the holidays sometimes. They would build up these big ideas about how special it was going to be and then get disappointed when there expectancies weren't met. Whatever it was, she didn't seem in the best of moods.

I started to drive back to my apartment I shared with Louis when I heard a phone vibrate in the passengers side of the car. It wasn't mine. It was the girl's phone.