All Your Little Things

Chapter 7

[Kim]

PING

I groaned as my phone went off. Maybe if I just ignore it...PING! Who would be texting me at this time?! I sighed and felt around for my phone until I felt the thin cold device on my bed stand. The bright screen read 1:45AM, I squinted at the time in disbelief as it vibrated and pinged again signaling another text message. 13 messages from Harry:

I cant sleep...

Wake up, babe!

I NEEDD YOOOU!

KIIIIMM!!

Check your phone messages..

Don't ignore me!

I want to see you xx

I love the bright city lights at night.

Can you check your phone now??

Answer me, love.

I wanna kiss you. xx

I need to hear your voice now :'(

REPLY IMMEDIATELY!

I quickly skimmed each of his messages and dialed his number hoping everything was fine.

"Hey, babe." Harry answered on the first ring. A shudder ran through me at his deep raspy voice.

"DON'T 'HEY BABE' ME! What's wrong? Are you okay? It's almost 2 in the morning!"

"I'm fine."

"Well what's so important that you need me for?"

"Put some clothes on and come outside the hotel." He instructed.

"Why?" I asked, skeptically.

"I need to see you." And with that he hung up the phone. I sighed and got out of bed. I wondered what was so important that he needed me for. It's not like he'd just randomly wake me up for no reason, but then again it is Harry...at times he could be a bit odd.

I groggily made my way to the bathroom and splashed some freezing water on my face to slap myself awake. Just in case, I brushed my teeth really thoroughly so that I came out minty clean. Other then that I was already in sweats so I hurriedly pulled a large hoodie overtop. He was the one waking me up at 1:45 in the morning trying to get me out, there was no way he could complain about my lazy appearance. I quietly tip toed out of the hotel room in fear of waking up my roommate, Riley. She was also an intern but she worked on the boy's hair instead, we'd instantly hit it off and became best friends. We could tell each other anything and everything.

I stepped out of the hotel and onto the empty parking lot. Leaning against his sleek black car, Harry stood there with his perfectly side swept curls and dimpled smiles. It took a moment to admire his lean, fit figure and long legs, his arms were crossed over his chest with his head help high making direct eye contact at me. I jogged towards him, automatically wanting to be by his side. As soon as I was near enough he grabbed me into his arms and held me tight.

"Are you okay, Harry? What's wrong? Tell me." I whispered into his ear.

"I just really wanted to be with you." He said resting his forehead against mine. My heart swelled at his words. I honestly never thought I would hear those words from him. It was Harry fricken Styles for crying out loud. Millions of gorgeous girls throw themselves at him everyday and he chose me.

"Why ? There's nothing special about me...I don't understand why you like me so much."

He gasped at my insecurities and I refused to look him in the eyes. But he hooked his finger under my chin pulling me up to look straight up at him. Those sparkling green eyes stared intensely through me and I became nervous and fidgety, feeling like he was scrutinizing every part of my soul.