One Direction fan fiction: Harry Styles

Chapter Five: Letting You In - Part I

(Michelle’s point of view)  

  I woke up to Tyler Carter singing “Side to Side” on my ringtone. “Hello?” I say still half asleep. “Look outside your window,” the familiar voice said sweetly. I get up, and blink a few times to get a clearer view and walk to the window. I see a guy standing outside looking up at me, and waving. “Harry?” I asked. “Sorry if I woke you,” he apologizes. “It’s fine,” I say still sleepy. “Ready?” He asks. “Do you know what time it is? It’s one in the morning Mr. Styles,” I say losing my sleepiness. “I know, that’s what makes it better,” He has a wide smile across his face. “I’ll be down in ten,” I say as I hang up. I change into a pair of faded denim skinny jeans, a gray v-neck, my toms I have worn earlier. I grabbed my camera and side bag, and creeped to the door, trying my best not to make a noise. Thank god all of them were heavy sleepers. Right before I left the room, I heard Amy’s voice, “Michelle?” 

   Crap. I think Amy saw me leave. 

   I headed towards the elevator, making sure I don’t make any noise. I don’t want to see like something suspicious is going on, especially since it’s like one in the morning. The halls were so silent. The silence was deafening. It was too quiet. 

   When I entered the lobby, I noticed a guy sitting on a chair, his back facing mine. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt, and had blonde hair. I didn’t get to see his face, and I didn’t want to make a noise so I didn’t bother him. I just quietly walked towards the door, and the woman was still there. Writing something in her notebook like she was a few hours ago. She just looked at me, and ignored the fact that I was leaving. She didn’t say a word to me. 

   ”Hello beautiful,” Harry said loudly. “Can you say that any louder? Harry, It’s like one in the morning,” I hush him. “HELLO BEAUTIFUL!” He shouts on the top of his lungs proudly, with his arms in the air. I nudge him with my elbow. “Ouch,” He laughs. “Well, you said you’d visit me, why so late?” I ask him as I yawn a little bit. “Funner, and more privacy,” He says softly. “Funner?” I asked him. “Yep,” He says with a smirk on his face. “But, what is there possibly to do?” I say as I raise an eyebrow. “Everything,” he winks at me with a cheeky smile. “We’re in New York City for crying out loud! What’s there NOT to do?” He says with pure excitement. “That’s true,” I agreed with him. “Where to?” I asked not knowing where to go. “Times Square,” He smiles at me while a black car rolls in front of us. “Hey Ron,” Harry greets the man driving the car. “Hello Mr. Styles,” the man says. The man seemed like he was wide awake. “Ron, dude, you can just call me Harry,” Harry informs the driver. “Alright Harry,” the man says as Harry opens the car door for me. He scoots in next to me and shuts the door. Inside the car was pretty dark. Especially since it had that window separating the front seats from the back, and it was tinted. 

   ”Glad you brought your camera,” He flashes a smile at me. “Well, obviously,” Why wouldn’t I? I bring it everywhere with me. It means so much to me. I got it for my thirteenth birthday. Photography ran in my family. My uncles and cousins loved photography, and my uncle even had his own company and took photos for parties and such. 

   ”Have you ever snuck out?” Harry asked me. The question gave me a rush of memories running through my head. Carson. The thought of him broke my heart. I must have been lost in my thoughts that Harry asked me again, “Have you ever snuck out?” He repeated himself. “Yeah, once,” I replied as I took my eyes off the ground and looked him in the eyes. “How was it?” He asked me, as if he were actually interested in knowing. “It was alright I guess,” I told him. “Tell me about it,” Harry told me as he leaned back. “Well, It was with this guy,” I began. Harry then put his arm around me and I leaned against him, and leaned my head onto his shoulder. “It was pretty risky. My parents are strict, very strict. I’m barely allowed to do anything. They think of me as their ‘perfect daughter’ since my sister disappointed them when she was in high school. So my mom told me I was her only hope. She wants me to be that daughter that gets all the good grades, straight A’s, awards, certificates, etc.” I continued. Harry brought his arm off my shoulder, and put it around my waist, and grabbed my hand that was on my side, and held it.