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.


16. Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Nicollette's POV

I woke up and the whole room was dark. I looked at the alarm clock next to my bed and the clock read 1:00am. I stretched my arm out the the other side of the bed and Harry was gone. I quickly sat up and looked around the room. He was no where to be found. He left. He left without even saying goodbye.

I am not sure why I was even surprised that he left me here without even saying anything. I knew the type of person he was and I shouldn't even be getting involved with him. I knew that he was still in love with Monica and I knew that there was no way I would ever have a chance with him. I somehow hoped that maybe he had forgotten about her and was ready to move on. How stupid was I? I began to laugh at myself then shook my head.

I was still in my clothes and they were very uncomfortable to sleep in. I got from the bed and walked over to my dresser where I kept my t shirt that I liked to sleep in. It was an old high school PE t shirt that I somehow grew used to sleeping in. I hated sleeping in clothes it was just too uncomfortable, so I just settle for sleeping in my underwear and this t shirt.

As I took my shirt off I began to think of what it would be like to feel Harry's fingers wonder through my body. I closed my eyes and held my PE t shirt in my hand. I clenched it tight against my chest thinking about how he made me feel when he pressed his lips against mine. The way my heart began to beat faster with every touch of this lips simply excited me. It was all just a rush that I wanted to feel again. Only I wanted more than just a kiss.

Then a cold touch against my back made me gasp and drop my t shirt on the floor. My heart began to race as his fingertips slowly traced down my spine. I couldn't control my breathing. I closed my eyes afraid that I was only imagining this.

I took in a deep breathe then turned around only to find Harry staring back at me. It was those familiar greens eyes and that perfect complexion of his starring back at me.

“Hi,” I whispered.

He smirk wrapping his arm around my waist. The cold touch against my skin made the goosebumps rise on my skin. He pulled me against him making my chest press hard against his. I was completely out of breathe and all I wanted was to feel his lips against mine once more. He kept one arm wrapped around my waist while the other traveled up my bare back and unclasped my bra. I gasped and watched him as he got this gleam in his eyes.

“Harry,” I whispered, “What are you doing?”

“Ssh don't speak. Just enjoy,” he said softly in his deep voice.

His words began to make my heart beat faster and I was beginning to think that he can probably hear it. My chest was rising and falling with every contact that his fingertips made with my skin. He kept tracing a straight line up and down my spine and his eyes never left mine. I wanted to move, but I was motionless in his hold. It was as if I was spellbound by his touch. Every move he made against my skin rose another goosebumps onto my arm. He then began to lean in and I licked my lips hoping that he would kiss me. I closed my eyes waiting for his lips to meet mine, but I was startled when his lips met the crook of my neck. Gasping for air I let myself get lost in the way he began to trail kisses up my neck. He brought my earlobe to his lips and I stood there motionless in his arms.

His lips released my earlobe and he whispered, “I've been wanting to this since I saw you at the club.”

His hands then traveled down my back an into my jeans. They rested there on my waist band. I could feel his fingertips lightly on my bottom sending a tingling feeling down my spine. My eyes shot open in shock. He was touching me and making me feel things that no one else has ever made me feel. I watched as a smirk formed on his perfect face.

“Harry,” I whispered, “stop.”

I wasn't sure if I wanted this to stop or not. No I didn't want it to stop, but that nagging thought of him still being in love with Monica was still there at the back of my mind. This lust I feel for him has to stop.

Harry ignored me and kept moving his hands along my waistband. His fingertips leaving a warm tingling feeling along my skin. I moved closer against him and his lips traced kisses down my neck.

“Harry,” I pleaded.

“Stop resisting,” he whispered against my skin, “you want this as much as I do.”

He was right I did want this, but I couldn't. This was wrong. I didn't want to be his one night stand. I was not that type of girl.

“You are thinking too much,” he said making me feel his hot breathe against my skin.

I rolled my eyes then said, “screw this.”

I took a step away from him far enough to be able to take down my bra. I let my bra fall to the ground and Harry stood there in front of me in shock. His green eyes were wide open and I watched as he brought his bottom lip between his teeth. I walked towards him and pressed my bare chest against his chest. My hands traveled down his body lifting up his black tshirt to reveal his bare pale skin. My fingers traveled up and down his back as my bare chest pressed up against his. My lips cover his and I lost myself completely. I kept savoring every touch and beat of my heart that he was causing. It was something that i've never felt before and I wanted to keep this feeling.

I pushed him onto the bed and hovered over him pressing my lips against his. My hands clenched onto the locks of his curly hair and he let out a low moan underneath my lips. His hand groped onto one of my breasts; his long fingers slowly playing and teasing one of my nipples. I let out a moan and my hips jerked forward against his hips. I straddled on him then carefully pulled down his jeans along with his boxers. I looked down at him and he smiled at me wrapping his hand around the nape of my neck and bringing me down so that my lips met with his.

He began to moan against my lips as I moved my hips against his.

I moved my lips to his neck trailing kisses up his neck.

“I love you, Monica,” he whispered.

I pulled away and yelled, “What?”


I woke up drenched in sweat. It was a dream. All of it was a dream. I looked at the alarm clock on my night stand and it read 1:00am. I turned around only to find Harry gone just like in my dream. I sighed and got up to check my phone. There was a couple missed calls from Liam and a text message from Harry.

Thank you for being my nurse for the day.


I closed my eyes and tried to make sense of everything. Nothing made sense at all. Why was I having dirty dreams with Harry? As much as it was bothering me I think I really wanted it to be real. Except for the part when he calls me Monica.

I shook my head trying to forget it all and then walked over to my dresser to change into something comfortable to sleep in. I put on my PE shirt and took off my jeans. I climbed back into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. Hopefully this time I would have no dreams with Harry. He is in love with Monica anyways even my dreams are telling me that we can never be.


Harry's POV

I walked up to her doorstep and knocked on her door. I knew this was wrong and that I shouldn't be here, but I just needed to forget. I needed to forget about the pain and the desire of letting myself fall for someone. I couldn't be with anyone. I couldn't let myself feel anything for anyone ever again and this was the only way I knew how to deal with this pain I was feeling. Why wouldn't this pain just go away? Why was Monica constantly there at the back of my head reminding me what it was like to feel so worthless.

She opened the door and was dressed in nothing but her underwear.

“Hey Harry,” she seductively said.

“Hey Kaya,” I said and then walked slammed my lips against hers, “Your boyfriend isn't here is he?”

“He is gone for the night,” she said between kisses.

“Just shut up and let's get this over with,” I said as we moved onto the bed.

Soon we were both completely naked and rolling around in her bed sheets. I buried myself in her feeling whatever type of pleasure this was. I needed to forget what it was like to actually feel something more than just sex with someone.

She moaned my name and dug her fingernails on my back, but I felt nothing. This was all it was two people sleeping together nothing more and nothing less. Everything was fast and quick. I thrusted in her roughly letting all this anger and pain flow out the only way I knew how.

I laid in her bed panting. She rested her head on my chest and began to trace lines on my chest with her fingers.

“Wow did my my boyfriend do this to you,” she said a circle around my wound.

“No one of his boys did, Kyle is to much of a coward to do something like that,” I said.

She laughed in agreement and pressed a kiss on my chest. I pushed her off of me and got up from the bed. I searched for my jeans and t shirt and began to get dressed.

“Stay,” she said.

I let out a chuckle and said, “What? You are not serious right?”

“Come on Harry. Stay. Kyle won't be here until tomorrow night. He is out doing who knows what,” she pleaded.

“No. I don't stay the night. You should know that by now,” I said.

She rolled her eyes and I grabbed my phone and wallet.

“I'll call you,” I said and walked out of her room.

“No you won't,” she yelled out.

She was right. I wasn't going to call her.

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