Singing In The Shower: A One Direction Fan Fiction

I ran back to Paris’s house. I stopped a second to catch my breath. I started running again. Was this all worth it? Sure it was. I loved her.

I stopped. I was here. I looked in her window and she was lying on her bed. I sighed and took the dye out of the bag. By her window wrote; I love you -Harry. I smiled. Then my smile faded away. What if she didn’t like me back?

I wrote it again; just to be sure it stayed enough that she could read it. I gently tapped her window three times and she flinched, obviously startled. I jump from her roof into the giant snow banks, it’s only about a ten foot drop and I land in puffy snow.

 I lay still with snow covering most of my body, I see her look out the window and then see the note in the snow. I hope it’s still readable.

“I love you too Harry.” It’s barely above a whisper, but I could hear her. I got a stupid grin on my face, and almost burst out laughing from my giddiness. I laid as still as I could as she shut her window, I only hear the window shut, so I guessed she went inside. I stood up and turned around as I was about to walk away when she fell on top of me. Luckily she was small, maybe 110 pounds and it didn’t hurt when she landed on me pushing me back down into the snow.

“Well, hello there.” I said smiling.

“Hi.” She was breathless, and her cheeks were red from the cold. I leaned in and kissed her.

Her warm lips softly brushed against mine. I felt butterflies in my stomach. She backed away and giggled.

“Your lips are really cold” she whispered. “Shall we go inside?”

“Sure, my Eiffel Tower!” I sung.

“Seriously? Now’s the time you call me that?” she said flatly.

“I think its cute” I tapped her on the nose.

She rolled her eyes and got up. I followed her back inside the house.

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-Back to the hospital-

Paris P.O.V

My eyes fluttered open from my sleep when I heard my name. It was the nurse, Charlotte, I punched. I sighed and sat up a little.

“Hey Paris” she said rubbing her neck.

“Hi” I replied.

“Do you remember me?” she said with a sheepish grin.

“Yeah, didn’t I punch you in the nose?” I looked at her bandaged wrapped nose. I held in my laughter.

“No, before that. Before the crash”

I was confused. I knew her before the crash? Had I lost memory too? No, I remembered what me and Harry did before the crash. I went with him to one of his photo shoots and afterwards we went to go eat. Then driving back home-. I shivered. I did not want to think about it.