My angel

Harry's Pov


So I didn't fall on national television, but I did stumble. After like 30-50 more minutes it ends. People screaming. All that stuff. Soon we are being transferred to the after party. I'm still pretty tired, and all I want to do is go to bed. Once again we step out of our limo, we get inside and see some people dancing, a lot of people drunk, very few sober. I don't recognize anyone here. Then again I am very tired, and my head hurts, and I almost fell, and want everything to just quiet down. "You alright, man? You look drained" Niall comes up and pats me on the back. "Yeah. I just have a really bad migraine, and I'm tired" I tell them. "Hey, I thought you weren't supposed to have a hangover till after you are drink" Niall jokes. "See Harry. That's a joke!" He grins happy with himself. "Hey! I'm funny." I state, and coincidentally the music does that little 'EEEERP' thing and everything stops. Niall's grin definitely got bigger.Jjudging by the situation the universe agrees with him.

I watch them have fun when I'm leant up against a wall. I yawn and stretch. I'm just about to go home. I have been here for less than 10 minutes, and I already want to leave. Nothing is keeping me here. Just as I say this I see the two men that were on stage with that lady. Maybe she is around here somewhere. They tower above a lot of people in this room, but I can definitely tell I'm taller. By about.. 2-3 inches. Damn.. these people are very small. I start walking around hoping to bump into that mysterious angel I saw earlier. I decide to give up. I go find the guys and tell them I'm leaving. So, I guess they got together and planned a secret sleepover at my house. I don't even care. Asking as I get to sleep, and don't get my bananas. My bananas. In case you didn't know I said that in a weird whispery voice in my head.

I walk all out of the building and accidentally something. I think it was one of those foldout signs outside cafés and stuff. I hear glass smashing. "No!!" I took around to the light given by the street lamps and see her. I see the perfect stars hung in the sky above in her eyes. "Hello. I don't mean to intrude your deep thinking, but you are standing on my phone" she says in the flawless little tone in her voice. I lift my foot to see a cracked phone in the concrete. "I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm just a bit tired this evening. I apologize." I say looking into her stary eyes in awe. "It's okay. I was just trying to make a call. I needed a new phone anyways" I smiles trying to mane me feel better. I know it's obvious that I feel really bad. It's written all over my face. "Oh, uh. Would you like to use my phone. Please. I feel terrible." I tell her getting my phone and and holding it out to her. She takes it from my hands with her soft fingertips grazing my hand. "She is too perfect" I say not thinking it would slip out. She blushes and just looks down at my phone. "You need to type in your password" she says handing me my phone making a cute voice when she speaks almost giggling. She looks down trying to hide her sweet red cherry like cheeks from me. I smile and take the phone. I type in my passcode, and hand it back to her. She opens up the calling..... What's that called? It's not an app. I know that for sure. Wait wait, off track.

She puts the phone up to her ear and listens for an answer. "Y-yes. Hi, I'm calling on a different phone. This is Cristen Crossrid. How are Missy and Markis? Is everything fine there?" She talks into the phone sounding a tiny bit concerned but not too much. "Oh, okay. So everything is fine...? Yes. Yes. Um. An hour. Maybe two. Okay. Sure. Thank you so much. Yeah, alright" They hang up, and she hands me my phone back. "So. What is a nice guy like you doing around here breaking phones" she playfully asks. "Well I was at an award show. This is the after party, but I really want to go home." I explain and she nods. Yeah, I saw you on stage. You Certainly do have a habit of falling don't you, Mr. Styles?" She grins. "Yeah, I guess I do. Um.. you want to go in.? And talk? Or stuff" gulp down trying not to make it completely clear that I'm nervous. "Or stuff? You are an odd one, Mr. Styles" she smiles and she walks past me. We both grab the door. She tries to get to to let go, but I was raised a gentleman. My mum raised me too well. You always open the door for a lady.

"Please let go. I got this." "Sorry babe. I'm afraid I can't let you win this." "Oh you can't let me?" "Nope" we squint our and stare at each other. "I'll lick you, Styles" she leans down and acts like she will but she wouldn't. I quickly let go, and she smiles in satisfaction. She points out she wasn't really going to though. "That's not very lady like, Princess" I pout. "Hey. Princes gsys whatever Princess wants" she smirks. She lets me hold the door for her. She walks through, and I look down. Oh.my.gosh. If she wasn't so perfect with her other features, I would have assumed it was fake. There is no way it's fake though. She's to awesome.

We go go up to the bar, and we start talking. She points out she was younger than me. She's legal though. 19 is still legal. Three years, so what?

We continue talking and we start telling stories. We grow fond of each other and seem comfortable.

"Look Harry. I need to tell you something." She looks down. "I like you, but I need to tell you this." She says sounding sad. "What is it?" I ask her. "Okay. Before this thing continues, you have to know I have kids" she speaks and looks at me. I'm guessing she was expecting my expression to change, but it didn't. "So.?" I question feeling confused. "Yo.. You still like me knowing I have kids?" Say puzzles. "CristenI like you. I really do. A lot. Children are not going to change that" I utter. "These aren't just kids, Harry!" She furrowes her brows. "I know. They are your kids, and you love them very much. Kids won't get in the way. I love kids, and kids love me. We can deal with that" I tell her. "Usually the kid card is a deal breaker for most people" she claims. "Well those people aren't worth it. I thought you were perfect before, but now I don't think. I know. I think we can do this" I note. "Harry we don't even know each other, and my kids are my main priority." She adds. "I want to get to know you. I'm not asking to be your main priority. I'm just asking to be one of them. I promise to you Angel, that you a lady with children doesn't scare me" he assures her. She doesn't say anything. She smiles at the little nickname he gave her. "Okay Harry. We'll try." She poses.

"May I see what they look like" I ask and she shrugs. "You broke my phone remember?" She mindfully reminds me. "What are their names?" I ask yet another question. This conversation is just a sea of questions. "Missy and Markis." She replies. "Markus? With a U?" "No with an I"

I looks up her name then her children's. I find paparazzi pictures, and then click on an up close photo. In related images shows two extremely adorable 2-4 year old kids. These were absolutely going in my top 10 cute kids list.

Notes

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