Take One (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

This Wasn't In The Script

"Well that was depressing," Harry mumbled beside me.

"You didn't like it?" I asked. Yes the ending was sad, but it was still an excellent movie, at least in my opinion.

"No I did it was just..." He was cut off by a yawn, prompting me to check my phone. Holy cow, it was almost midnight. We were sitting close enough that Harry could see the screen.

"I should probably be going then," Harry grabbed his beanie and glasses off of the table.

"Well thank you for bringing me home," I said from my comfortable position on the couch, "Emma's going to pick me up tomorrow so I can drive my own car." He nodded and stretched before picking up our destroyed box of Cheeze-It's and chuckling.

"Swell dinner we had," I laughed with him, "Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." He waved, tossing the box in the trash can and opening the door.

"Bye!" I half yawned. Hearing the door click shut, I stood with one crutch supporting me. I switched off the television an went to take a shower.

The warm water felt amazing over my exhausted body and I had to force myself to shut it off. I pulled a fluffy towel around myself and stepped out to rest on the toilet beside me.

I pulled the hydrogen peroxide off of the counter and poured it over my foot, biting my lip against the burning sensation that was numbing my leg. I rescrewed the lid and pulled on my pajamas that had been laying in the floor.

I found my way to my warm bed and quickly texted Emma to pick me up the following morning. Her 'ok' came fairly quick, which meant she must not have scored at one of her many party hotspots. I plugged in my phone and rolled onto my side, trying to sleep.

For some reason my thoughts kept returning to Harry. I smiled, remembering his face when I pointed out the fake blood smeared down his gray tee. My heart fluttered when the image of him reading the back of movie casings flashed in front of my closed lids. Or when he caught me after my little klutz moment at the door. I felt my face heat up with the picture of his gorgeous eyes in my mind.

"Stop it." I spoke out loud. I was not going to fall for an international star that I had just barely met. I had a very hard time trusting people, especially men. Nevertheless, I drifted into a peaceful sleep with Harry's face still haunting my thoughts.

* * *

"How did you get home last night?" Was the first thing out of Emma's mouth when I climbed into her car.

I slid the crutches in the back. I didn't really need them any more, but I was going to return them just in case we had any more mishaps on set.

"Harry brought me," I answered, "I love this song!" She turned it up.

"Nice try, but you're not changing the subject, Alexa."

"What's there to tell? He brought me home," I insisted.

"Did he leave as soon as he dropped you off?"

"No we watched a movie then he went home. That's all that happened," I sighed when the song went off leaving us in silence as the CD went to the next song.

"I'm not stupid, I've seen Harry!" Emma had a smirk on her face. A sound of disgust left my lips before I could stop it.

"Whatever, Emma." I rested my forehead on the window, watching the morning traffic.

When we finally pulled into the studio parking lot, Emma still had a smug smile on her face. We both climbed out and I noticed Harry's suburban was already in its usual spot. Not that I was looking for it or anything.