Take One (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 3

"I'm not sure." I confessed. Why hadn't I thought about that?

"I can drive you." He pushed off of the wall to open the door for me.

"Are you sure? I mean I don't want to keep you from any plans." He snorted.

"I'd much rather take a break from the party scene L.A. has to offer." He hadn't gone clubbing since his first night of filming when a mob of teenage girls had swarmed him at the entrance of one of the clubs in town.

We stepped into the failing sunlight of northern Los Angeles, the rays shining off of his chocolate curly locks. He guided me to his black suburban and helped me into the passenger side. He closed the door and got in the driver's seat.

Most people would be ecstatic to be filming their first big movie with the heartthrob Harry Styles, but I'd never really been a big fan of One Direction. I mean I liked some of their songs but it's not like I was a Directioner or anything. I'd always seen them as a bit full of themselves. Whenever some of my 'friends' back home found out I had gotten the part, they completely flipped their lids. The only thing I heard for a week before I left to stay in L.A. for filming was "Can you get him to sign some stuff for us?" Or "Can we get backstage passes?"

I had had enough Styles madness and I hadn't even met the guy yet! When I finally did meet the famous Harry, I was kinda shocked by how down-to-Earth he really is. He seemed to think a ton more about others before what was good for him even crossed his mind.

I inwardly cringed when I realized what him taking me home would look like to the paparazzi.

We stopped at a red light and I slid down in my seat some. I really didn't want to start any more drama with the paps then we had to.

"It's this way, correct?" Harry asked, turning down the street that led to my apartment complex that I would be living in for the next year.

"Yeah, you're good." I answered.

"That's what they say." he laughed, flashing his famous dimples. I smiled shaking my head. Or maybe he was just as air-headed as I had originally thought. He slowed in front of the building and I pointed out the parking space since it was practically impossible to find. Harry hopped out and grabbed my crutches from the back seat before I could even get my door open.

He helped me down from his vehicle then rushed to hold open the front door for me.

"Hello, Miss Brent!" Herbert, the guy that sat at the desk, cheerily smiled. I waved and he went back to his papers. Harry had his beanie on and a pair of sunglasses so he wasn't that recognizable but regardless, people were staring. I didn't really understand until we got on the elevator, which was thankfully empty, and I noticed the front of Harry's shirt. I pointed and started laughing, causing him to look down at the fake blood that still covered his lower torso. He face-palmed and joined my laughing.

We were interrupted by the elevator dinging and the doors sliding open. I led the way to my apartment and dropped the key trying to get the door open. Harry laughed again, still trying to recover from our discovery, and grabbed the key to open the door. I pushed the door with one of my crutches, causing me loose my balance. Harry grabbed my waist just before I hit the floor, the sound of my crutches clattering to the ground barely noticeable compared to the pounding of my heart in my ears

"Uh thanks." I said, looking away from his emerald green eyes that were boring into mine.

He stood me back up and followed me into the kitchen, closing the door behind us. I sat on a stool and watched Harry shift his weight back and forth.

"Do you want a snack or something?" I asked. His smile returned.

"Sure what do you have?" We spent the next ten minutes going through all of my food and grabbing random handfuls before settling on a box of Cheese-Its. I wondered over to the couch and pulled my new box of movies over to see what my mother had sent me. I felt the couch sink on my left and saw Harry sift through the movies that I had laying in front of me.

He had taken off his beanie and sunglasses which had made his hair frizzy and, dare I say it, he looked kinda hot. He chewed on his lip while reading some of the movie cases and I didn't realize I'd been staring until he smiled and looked at me, raising an eyebrow. I felt my face turn beet red as I turned away, letting my dark blonde hair fall over and around my face. I examined our pile of movies on the coffee table.

Out of the ten there, we narrowed it down to three; "Red Dawn", "Marley and Me", and "The Notebook". I quickly picked "The Notebook" up and tossed it back in the box. No way was I about to watch a romance movie with Harry.

"I haven't seen 'Marley and me'" he said, flipping it over in his large hands to read the back.

"It's really good, but it's also extremely sad," I told him. He shrugged his shoulders so I took it from his hands and popped it into the DVD player. 2 hours later, our Cheese-It's were gone and I was on the verge of tears.

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Hey guys!! So this was kind of a filler but I hope you enjoyed it regardless! I have a bigger chapter coming up that'll be much more interesting. Thanks again!

~~Mary:)