Take One (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Rescue Missions and Admissions

Pacing back and forth in front of my disheveled bed, I typed in the number for the third time on my cell phone. I needed to make the phone call, but I just couldn't bring myself to press the call button.

"Oh this is ridiculous!" I growled to myself in frustration. I pressed the icon and put the phone to my ear before I could chicken out once again.

The ringing seemed to go on forever before a chirpy woman answered.

"This is SouthBeach Marina. How may I help you this fine evening?"

"Do you know if Mark Brent is there?" I tried to sound more confident than I really was, knowing that I had to be the one to break our mutual promise we had made years ago.

"I'm sorry, dear. He left a few minutes ago. Do you want to leave a message for tomorrow?" I needed to speak with him now, not tomorrow!

"Just tell him to call Alexa as soon as possible please."

"Alright," she was silent a moment before adding, "he'll call you first thing tomorrow. Goodbye now!" She disconnected before I could get a word in edgewise. Wonderful customer service they had.

Sighing, I tossed my phone on my bed and grabbed a towel from the back of my desk chair for a very needed shower.

20 minutes later, I was dragging myself into bed after an extremely awesome but tiring day.

With a faint smile on my lips from the still fresh image of Harry in my mind, I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

"Emma I swear," I groaned to myself, snatching my ringing phone off of the dresser beside me. Emma had already called me twice in the past ten minutes to ask about outfit choices meant to impress Jacob.

Don't get me wrong, I was glad that the two had hit it off the day before, but since when does the social goddess ask ME of all people for guy advice? I was doing good if I didn't stutter when I was talking to a cute guy!

Without checking the caller ID, I swiped the screen and pressed it to my ear before going back to straightening my hair.

"You could wear superman boxes and a matching bra and he would still be head over heels for you!" There was a moment of silence on the other end after my outburst before rumbling laughter filled my ears.

"Well that would be an amusing sight, but I'm not exactly a tremendous fan of wearing brasseries," I almost dropped my flat iron onto the surface in front of me at the sexy English accented voice that could only belong to one person.

"Oh goodness Harry! I thought that, well you see, just, I'm sorry!" I fumbled to give him a logical explanation for my words, but as previously mentioned, I wasn't the greatest in situations that involved attractive members of the opposite sex.

"As much as I'd love to hear your sure to be, uh, interesting explanation, I need a favor."

"Sure what do you need?" I finished off the last rogue hairs and turned my full attention to Harry.

"Well my flat is somewhat surrounded by reporters and I gave my bodyguard the night off and he hasn't returned so could you, you know, pick me up around back or something?" He sounded slightly annoyed so I decided against popping a few jokes.

"Of course," I took his address down and grabbed my purse off of my bed behind me before jumping in my car to drive the few blocks to Harry's apartment.

I turned the last corner and immediately locked up the brakes, earning a loud horn and a dirty look from the driver of the red Beetle behind me. Seriously, what kind of middle aged man drove a firetruck red Beetle?