One Direction fan fiction: Harry Styles

Chapter Seven: "More Than This"

   (Harry’s Point of View)

   I really loved the fact that this girl, that I just met, trusted me. I loved how she opened up to me. Although she told me she had issues trusting people, It really amazed me that she knew that she could trust me. And I wanted her to trust me. When I told her that she could trust me, I meant it. 

   I loved that she could trust me. It made me feel, how you say, special? I smiled at the thought. But boy, who on Earth would even dare hurt her? She was too precious to hurt; to upset. Man, I’d love to meet this kid. Sarcasm. If I ever met this guy, I’d- I stopped my self from thinking about it, because I could feel the anger rushing through me. I needed to calm down. I just continued to listen to her. Sometimes I’d gaze out because of her beauty, so I’d often have to ask her to repeat herself, and I felt sort of bad. 

   ”We’re here,” I heard a whisper in my ear. “Wakey wakey,” the voice softly laughed into my ear. I smiled and yawned. “Thanks Ron,” I thanked him, “tell Paul I’m okay, and that he doesn’t need to worry, okay?” I laughed. Paul is so protective. I feel as if he’s a baby sitter to us. Mostly to Niall though. “Alright Harry,” I saw a smile on his face from the mirror. I got out of the car, and walked over to “Stranger’s” side, and held the door open for her. “Why, thank you Mr. Styles,” She winked at me. “No problem babe,” I smiled at her. “Bye Ron!” Her sweet voice echoed from the almost empty streets. Ron smiled at her, and waved goodbye as he drove off. “Where to?” She asked me with enthusiasm. “Anywhere,” I replied. “Well, that’s not very specific,” She laughed. Man, her laugh was lovely. We began to walk, and she wrapped her arms around my right arm. She was now hugging my arm, as we walked to no where. We had no destination at all, and it really didn’t matter as long I was with her. Right now, I just loved her company. She got Caroline out of my head, and I haven’t been this happy in a while. She made me happy; she made me smile. I guess we were going where ever the wind took us?

   ”Hey look!” She said full of excitement and pointed to the giant screen on top of the Forever 21. “I see us!” she shouted with happiness and began to wave at the screen. I smiled as I looked at the screen that was towering over us and spotted a young man who was about 5”10, with a beautiful young lady who was about 5”1. It was so cute. She was just holding onto me. I looked down at her, and she was just staring at the big screen, I think she noticed me staring at her, because she looked up at me, “What?” she cracked a smile. “Stupid,” I said to myself. Of course she would know you were looking at her, we were on the big screen, and she was looking at it. I shook my head. “Huh?” she had an upset look on her face. “No not you,” I laughed. “Ha, okay,” she smiled at me, “Let’s go!” she said as she tugged onto my sleeve, and began to run. I guess she didn’t notice there were cars coming, because she just ran through a busy street. “HONK!” I heard a million times. They stopped for us, of course. “SORRY!” I apologized to them. “HARRY STYLES?!” someone yelled from the inside of their car. “No!” I coughed, “sorry!” I said with a fake American accent. “Stranger” looked at me, and laughed and continued to run. 

   When we reached the doors of Forever 21, I stopped and said, “This is a girl’s store,” I said with a laugh as I had my hand on the back of my head. “So?” she said. “Come on!” she insisted. “Fine,” I gave in. We walked in the store, and it was HUMONGOUS. There were so many floors. “Welcome!” A happy face greeted me. “You look quite familiar, do I know you?” the girl asked me with excitement, and had this face on, that was trying to figure out if she knew me from somewhere. “Erm,” I heard “Stranger” mumble. “I don’t think so,” I said with a confused face, and smiled. “Oh, sorry!” she laughed as she walked away to greet another customer that had walked in after us. “You didn’t have to lie,” she said whispered trying hard not to let the girl hear us. “It’s okay,” I said.