Broken (Harry Styles FanFic)

Part of me wanted to walk up to her and wrap her in my arms because as much as I hated her for making me feel this way; I also hated watching her cry. But the other part of me, the part that was build up with rage and pain, just wanted to walk away from all of this and never turn back.
I wasn't sure what part I wanted to listen to, so I just took a deep breathe trying to control my anger and took a few steps towards her. I tried my best not to hold her in my arms and whispered, “sometimes broken things can't be fixed, Monica.


11. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

My new friends turned their heads from me to Harry. Liam came into sight and he immediately made his way towards me.

“Nicky,” he yelled, “You were not lying when you said you already had plans.”

“Uh no I wasn't,” I said.

Harry looked away from me then sat on the couch far from us. Soon Niall and Louis joined Liam next to me. They all began to ask me so many questions and I tried to answer as much as them as I could.

“How did you end up here,” Niall asked.

“Um Alex,” I said, “her-”

“Uncle owns the club,” Niall finished my sentence.

“Yeah,” I said, “Do you know each other?”

“Um we kind of um,” he was struggling with his words.

“We used to date,” Alex said standing up and leaving to go sit next to Harry.

Wow. I could only imagine how awkward it must be for her right now. I know that Niall is happy with his new girlfriend right now and it's kind of sad to see that Alex still has feelings for him. I could tell by the way she looked at him when she said that they used to date.

Bethy came near us and asked, “How do you know Nicky?”

“Um she is Zayn's girlfriend's friend,” Louis said.

“Where is Zayn,” I asked.

“He went to LA to see Ella,” Niall said.

“Oh that's good. They are so good together,” I said.

“They are,” Liam said with a smile.

Louis came into our conversation yelling ad screaming, “Let's get this party started.”

We all laughed and my eyes moved over to where Harry was sitting. Alex was sitting next to him since she didn't really want to be near Niall. She was whispering something into Harry's ear and I wondered what it was. I watched as they both laughed and I felt my stomach twist and turn. They poured each other a drink and I watched them as they took in the substance. I couldn't stop staring at them. I wanted to look away and mind my own business, but I couldn't.

“Let's dance,” Bethy screamed.

“Uh ok,” I said.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dance floor. I looked back at Harry and he stared at me his green eyes piercing into me. I turned around away from his stare following Beth. She moved us to the center of the dance floor where there was a lot of people crowded. Their bodies were pressed up against each other grinding and dancing. I began to dance swaying back and forth. I was feeling a little uncomfortable at first, but as I moved more I began to loosen up a little more.

I turned back to look at the VIP area trying to get a little glimpse of Harry and Alex. Harry was sitting by himself now and I could see Alex sitting next to Niall. That was odd from what I saw I seemed to get the impression that Alex didn't really want to talk to Niall. My eyes moved back to Harry and I noticed him looking at me. My heart stopped as my eyes met his. I let out a low gasp and tried to look away quickly. I continued to dance and I glanced over at Harry again. He was still staring at me. He took a sip of his drink and his eyes darken.

His stare was intimidating and alluring all at once. I wanted to look away, but something about him kept calling me.

“Excuse me,” a voice said as he tapped my shoulder.

He was tall and had dark hair. He was defiantly British and his eyes were a dark brown color. I took a step back to take a good look at him and realized he was very attractive.

“Would you like to dance with me,” he asked.

I looked over at Bethy and then at the guy. I was getting ready to answer no, but then Bethy gave me a stare.

“She would love to,” she stepped in.

“Great,” the guy said and took my hand in his.

It was strange to hold hands with a stranger. I looked over at Bethy and she winked at me walking away. She left me there alone with this stranger and I had no clue on what to do.

He leaned in close to my ear and said, “My name is Sam.”

“I'm Nicky,” I said back.

He smiled and then leaned in again, “You are very beautiful.”

I felt my cheeks grow warmer and I was speechless. I was not used to receiving compliments and I didn't know how to answer to them. He must have noticed because he just chuckled and shook his head. He brought me closer to him so that my chest was pressed up against his and we began to dance to the upbeat music. I wasn't sure if I was even dancing correctly. I was too nervous and I felt awkward dancing with a stranger. At least I knew his name now.

He entwined his fingers with mine and turned me so that my back was pressed against his front. I began to sway my hip back and forth grinding against him. His hands were rested on my waist as we moved against the music.

“I think I am doing this wrong,” he said against my ear.

I laughed, “What? Dancing?”

“Yeah. I've never actually danced with anyone. I thought I should give it a try though. I need to learn,” he said.

“You are doing alright,” I said as he leaned in so that he can hear me better.


Harry's POV

I watched as she danced with this stranger. I couldn't believe that she was actually going to dance with a complete stranger. I mean it's not like I am jealous or anything, but I didn't know she was that type of girl.

I watched as he leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She threw her head back laughing and they continued to talk to each other. She seemed like she was having a good time with him. Not that I cared or anything.

“What are you staring at?” Bethany asked.

“Nothing,” I spoke my tone harsh.

“Harry when are you going to give it up,” she asked.

“Give what up?” I asked confused.

“Every time you come in here I watch you pick up a random girl all the time. You put up this wall in front of you that let's any one of those girls from getting into you,” she said.

“Oh it doesn't work that way Beth. I get into them,” I smirked.

“That is not what I meant,” she rolled her eyes, “I know what you are doing. You are trying not to let any girl see the real you. The Harry full of emotions and let me tell you something that girl right there that you keep staring at,” she was referring to Nicky, “is not going to put up with your crap, so do me a favor and stay away from her unless you have good intetions.”

“You can't tell me what to do,” I said, “If I want to get close to her I will.”

Just the fact that she told me to stay away from her makes me want to go to her and mess with her a little. Bethany rolled her eyes and I laughed standing up from my seat. I walked over to dance floor with only one goal.

I pushed passed the crowds of people that were dancing against each other. Some of the girls even tried to make me dance with them, but all I wanted right now was to see the look on Nicky's face when she saw me trying to pull her away from that guy.

When I reached to her she was facing this stranger and was laughing. I grabbed her arm a little to forceful and pulled her against me.

Nicollette's POV

“Hey,” I yelled as I felt myself being pulled.

My chest hit against his and my face was inches away from his. My heart began to beat faster and I felt my breathing hitch as I realized who it was.

“What the fuck Harry,” I said.

“Hey let her go mate,” Sam said to Harry.

“It's ok Sam. I can handle him,” I said turning to him.

He put his hands up as a sign of surrender and then walked away leaving me on my own with Harry.

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” I said pushing him off of me.

He didn't say anything. He just stood there staring at me and again those green eyes making me feel things I didn't want to feel right now. I was having a nice time with a nice guy and here he comes trying to ruin everything. He does this on purpose I know he does. He is just so tired of being the only miserable one that he wants to see me be miserable as well.

“Ugh I hate you,” I said and pushed passed him.

I felt his grip on my arm again and he turned me around pulling me towards him. My body slammed against his knocking the air out of me.

“Stop doing that,” I yelled.

“Alright sorry about that. Just dance with me,” he said against my ear.

Was he serious?

“No,” I said.

“I can always just make you dance with me,” he said against my ear as his lips brushed lightly against my earlobe.

My heart was beating faster and I couldn't even respond to him anymore. His hands moved down the side of my arms causing goosebumps to rise on my pale skin. They traveled to my back slowly skimming down to my lower back. His fingers pressed onto my back pushing me closer to him. Our bodies were pressed up against each other and I could feel the beat of his heart against my chest.

“Dance,” he commanded.

I didn't move as much as I actually wanted to move against him; I couldn't. I was frozen. I was feeling things that I never thought I would feel.

He moved my hips from side to side trying to make me dance. He kept his hands there on my waist and I found myself bringing my arms up so that they wrapped around his neck. I watched his lips form into a smirk and he pressed up closer against me.

He let go of my waist moving his hands towards my back and I was moving against him involuntarily. His hands took my arms from around his neck and brought them down. He turned me around and brought me close to him so that my back was pressed up against his chest. I could feel him on my backside as he grind against me. His hands traveled from my waist down around me resting them against my thighs. I wasn't really paying any attention to what he was doing. I was just trying to enjoy myself without trying to argue with him.

He brought one of his hands up and pulled my hair to one side exposing the skin on my neck before bringing it back down. I moved my hips against him pressing myself against him. I felt him lean in and he brushed his lips against my exposed skin. I gasped at the contact of his lips against my skin and I felt him grin against me. His hands still rested on my thighs and I felt them moving towards the hem of my dress as his lips traced kisses against my neck. I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling of his lips against my skin.

He pulled away making my eyes shot open. He turned me so that I was facing him and his hands traveled down to my bottom. I felt him squeeze a little making me gasp. He simpered then brought his lips against my neck again. His teeth grazed against my jawline and then his lips brushed against mine. He teased me brushing them against my lips, but not kissing me. I was frozen there not knowing what to do. I had mixed feeling about what was going on. I wanted him to kiss me, but I also wanted him to stop because I wasn't sure how far this will get. I was confused. What did this mean? Does he like me? I thought he hated me.

My lips parted a little and I let out a low moan, but it couldn't be heard over the loud music. I then felt his lips wrap around mine. He was kissing me. His hands squeezed onto my bottom and he pushed me against him. I could feel him against my abdomen making me gasp. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth letting it explore mine giving me a taste of him mixed with vodka. I felt myself losing control. I waned to contain myself and not let him in. I didn't want him to have any type of effect on my, but with every contact and movement of our lips I found myself slipping. Slipping into his control.

He pulled away from me and took my hand pulling me out of the crowd of people dancing. I didn't know where we were heading, but I wanted to keep kissing him. It wasn't until we reached the exit that I realized he was trying to get out of the club.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Back to my place,” he said.

He wanted to sleep with me. I thought about this for a second and realized what he was doing. I was nothing, but just another girl he picked up at the club. Well I was not going to give him the stratification of sleeping with me only to leave me there the next day. I was nobody's one night stand.

“I am not sleeping with you Harry,” I said pulling my hand away from his, “I know you and your crap might actually work with some of the girls in this club, but I am not them. I won't put up with your shit. I won't be that girl that you pick up at the club for a one night stand. These girls here might be into that, but not me. You got the wrong girl.”

He stood there not saying a word. I rolled my eyes and then walked back to meet Bethy and the rest in the VIP area.

“Hey,” Harry called after me.

I didn't turn around I just kept walking. I felt his hand around my arm again making me stop and turn to look at him.

“I just wanted us to go and talk. Look you don't have to go back to my place, but we need to talk,” he said.

I wasn't sure if I believed him or not.

“Let's go to a cafe or something,” he said.

I took a deep breathe then nodded. 

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