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.


14. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

I was sitting in the living room watching a movie. All I seemed to be thinking about was Harry and what happen last night. I picked up my phone and dialed Liam's number a couple of times to ask him about Harry, but I never actually let the phone ring.

I've been thinking of actually just sleeping with Harry just to see what it would lead to, but if it means more to me than it does to him; I am not sure I can handle disappointment.

My phone buzzed in my hand startling me making me drop it on my lap. After realizing that I was just getting a phone call I picked it up and checked the caller ID. It was Liam.

Oh crap. Maybe one of the calls did go through and he was returning the call. I slowly answered the phone not knowing what to expect.

“Nicky,” he said.

“Hey Liam,” I said slowly.

“Is Harry with you?” He asked.

“Uh no. why would he be with me?”

“I just thought...well I saw you two leave the club together last night so I just assumed he was with you. We can't find him anywhere.”

“Oh yeah we had a little argument afterward and I left him at his apartment. I am not sure what he did after that.” I said rolling my eyes.

I actually did know what he did after that. Most likely he went to a bar got drunk and found himself another girl to mess with.

“I see. Sorry about him,” he said.

“You don't have to apologize Liam. Harry and I are just not going to get along,” I said.

“I know. Well if you hear anything please let me know. We are all worried and his mum doesn't stop calling Louis.”

“I don't think he would call me or anything, but i'll let you know if he does.” I said.

We said our goodbyes then hung up.

I already knew that Harry was up to no good with a random tramp. I know his ways, but why was it bothering me so much that he was out with a girl after I left his apartment? I stood up from the couch angry at myself then threw the phone on the couch. I started to walk away towards the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea when I heard my phone buzz again. I was about to ignore it, but what if it was Liam telling me he found Harry.

I quickly answered the call not check the caller ID.

“Hello,” I said.

“Nico,” his deep voice sent shivers down my spine.

“Harry?” I asked. Of course I knew who it was, but it still shocked me that he was calling me.

“Listen I got into a bit of trouble and I don't want to call the boys because I am not in the mood to get yelled at, so you are the only one left. Do you think you can come pick me up?” He asked.

I was about to answer no, but somehow I ended up answering, “Yea. Send me the address.”

Minutes later he had sent me the address and I was in my father's car driving to go help the last person that I wanted to see. As much as I want to just stay away from him I just can't do it. I thought about turning around and crawling back onto my couch, but as much as I hated admitting it; I wanted to see him. I hate how we left things and I really wish that we can meet in the middle and at least try and be friends.

I got to the place that Harry told me to meet him. It was a park. Why was he at a park? I walked out of the car and walked down a trail looking around for Harry. There was a bench at the far right side of the park hidden right below a tree. I almost missed it if it wasn't because I saw Harry sitting there. He had his arms crossed around his torso and was wearing a black hoodie. He was hiding his face with the black hoodie and was looking down at the ground.

“Harry?” I asked not sure if it really was him or not. I stood a few feet away from him afraid to come any closer.

“Don't come any closer,” he spoke slowly.

“Why? Are you alright?” I asked taking a step closer.

“I'm fine,” he said.

I didn't believe him, so I stepped closer to him. He moved away from me when I reached him hiding his face with his hoodie.

“Harry, why won't you let me see your face?” I asked.

He didn't say anything. He turned his head to the opposite direction and I heard him groan almost as if he was in pain. At the same time his arms hugged around his stomach.

That's when I saw it. It was hard to see because of his dark sweater, but there was a stain on his clothing. It was blood. I saw bit of it on his hands and I gasped.

“Harry,” I panicked moving towards him, “What happened to you?”

I took his hoodie down and grabbed his chin slowly turning his head so that he was facing me. As his face came into sight I felt myself run out of breath. He had a big bruise on his left cheek, a busted lip, and a black eye.

“What on earth happened to you?” I asked.

“It's a long story can we just go back to your place,” he said between breathes.

He was in pain.

“Harry we have to get you to a hospital,” I said.

“No I am fine,” he groaned as he stood up, “i don't need anybody asking questions so can we just go back to your place?”

“Yeah,” I said.

I propped him from the bench and helped him walk over to my car. He had one arm up around my neck as the other arm rested y his ribs. I knew he was wounded there, but I wasn't sure how bad was the wound. As we walked to my car I watched from the corner of my eye as he lifted his hand to check on his wound. There was more blood on his hand. I gasped and stopped walking a couple feet before reaching the car.

“Harry you are losing a lot of blood,” I said.

“I'm fine let's just go,” he said.

We made it to my car and I quickly drove home. I kept looking over at him to check if he was alright. He looked terrible. He was now pale white and there were tears in his eyes. I knew he was in pain and I knew that taking him to the hospital will bring up a big scandal with the media. The police would have to get involved and I knew that that was the last thing that Harry wanted. He lips were now purple and his eyes kept closing almost as if he was about to pass out.

When we arrived at my house I was glad to see that my dad and Martha were not home. They would be asking me a lot of questions if they saw Harry this way. I brought him up to my bedroom being careful not to hurt him even more than he already was. I wasn't sure how I was suppose to help him, but I had to do something to help stop the bleeding.

I sat Harry on my bed and I must have been a bit to rough with him because he groaned as he sat.

“I'm sorry did I hurt you?” I panicked.

“No, I'm f-”

“Stop saying you're fine, Harry. You are not fine. You are bleeding,” I interrupted.

“Alright so I am not fine. I just need you to clean this up for me,” he said lifting his shirt up.

There was a big cut along his rib cage and blood was running down his stomach. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He was really hurt. I couldn't fix this. I was not a nurse. He would need stitches and he needs a hospital.

“I am not sure I can. You need stitches and I can't do that,” I said.

“Yes you can. Google it or something,” he said.

“Harry I can't.” I yelled.

It was too much responsibility. What if I did something wrong? I began to pace back and forth trying to figure out what to do. I couldn't help him. I was not a doctor. I could feel my heart racing in panic.

“Nico,” Harry said trying to get me to calm down.

He stood up and let out a grunt of pain that made me jerk my head towards him. I stopped pacing and took my hand in his. I looked down at our contact and then looked up at him. His green eyes were meeting mine. This time I didn't see my mother in his eyes. I saw him. It was him. No one else. There was no painful reminder of her. It was as if that part of me had slipped away.

I took in a deep breathe trying to calm down, then Harry brought his hand up to touch my cheek while his other hand was still covering his wound.

“You can do this,” he whispered.

I sighed and nodded whispering, “Ok.”

He stepped away sitting back down on my bed. I quickly went into my bathroom to look inside my cabinet I was sure there was some alcohol and gauze in there. I took out my phone and Googled: how to stitch up a wound. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this.

I would need:

Sewing needle




Probes/cleaning tools

I searched through my bathroom trying to find all the tools I would need. I was glad to find everything I needed. I quickly brought everything to the bedroom and began to reading the instructions on my phone. I looked up at Harry not sure if I should even continue. He nodded giving me the go and I began to clean the wound with some cotton and alcohol.

Harry groaned as the alcohol made contact with his skin.

“I am sorry,” I said.

“I'm fine,” he said and I rolled my eyes. He laughed making em roll my eyes again.

“How can you even be laughing right now,” I said.

“I think I’m laughing at how painful this is.” He said.

I began to read the instructions again and followed them as careful as possible. I carefully cared for his wound and I felt him stare down at me. I was so concentrated trying not to make a mistake.

“What?” I said as I realized he was still staring.

“Nothing,” he said, “you just look so cute playing nurse.”

I rolled my eyes ignoring his comment and finished up the last stitch. I grabbed a cloth with disinfectant and began to clean around the wound. His skin was so flawless. I began to get carried away cleaning down his stomach then back up his chest. I could feel his eyes on me as I moved the cloth over his perfect skin. My heart was racing and I wanted to bring my lips against his skin. I wanted to feel his soft skin against my lips.

My hands traveled up and I noticed a little brown mark. It was like a mole.

“What's this,” I asked without thinking.

He laughed and said, “That is my nipple.”

“Your what?” I asked.

“My nipple,” he laughed, “I have four nipples.”

He took my hand and guided it across his body.

“One,” he counted making my fingers brush against his nipple, “Two, three, and four.”

I laughed then said, “Wow Styles you sure are a unique boy.”

“I am,” he said smiling a cocky smile.

I laughed then got up gathering all of the bloody cottons and throwing them into a plastic bag. I threw the plastic bag underneath my bathroom sink and decided to throw it away later outside on the trash bins so that my dad won't ask me any questions.

I came out of the bathroom and into my room only to find Harry laying on my bed with his eyes clothes.

“Are you asleep?” I asked.

“No,” he answered slowly without opening his eyes.

“Oh,” was all I could say.

“Come lay next to me,” he said.

“I don't thin-”

“Shut up and just lay here. I am not going to rape you. I can hardly even move,” he said.

I sighed then made my way over to him. I slowly climbed on the bed and laid next to him. I kept a distance away from him not sure if I can control myself being so close to him. I could already feel my heart hammering in my chest. I wanted to kiss him so bad.

I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were still closed. He looked so peaceful. His curly hair fell back away from his face making his features stand out. I wanted to bring my hand up to his cheek and feel him. My eyes followed down to his lips. They were slowly recovering their pinkish color. I bit down on my bottom lip remembering how his lips were once on mine. It was taking everything in me not press my lips against his. I sighed then turned away looking up at he ceiling. I had to stop thinking about him this way.

“Harry,” I said.

“What,” he said.

“What happened to you?” I asked.

His eyes shot open and his head turned to look at me.

“It's a long story,” he said.

“I have time,” I said with a smirk. 

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