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.


18. Chapter 17

Chapter 17

I was laying there thinking about what I should answer him. I wanted to tell him yes that I will become his sexual partner, but that was all I would be to him. Nothing more than just someone he can fuck whenever he wanted. I am not sure if I wanted that.

I turn my head to look at Harry. He was laying there besides me facing the ceiling. His eyes were shut closed but he wasn't asleep. I stared at his perfect complexion and smiled at myself. Before I met Harry I was nothing but a fan. A girl who had a poster on her wall and made everyone shut up whenever I heard his voice singing my favorite songs. Now here I am laying next to him and debating whether I should agree to sleep with him or not. Any other girl would have said yes in a heartbeat. I mean his is Harry freaking Styles. Who would deny him? I guess being his fuck buddy was more than just being nothing to him.

The way I saw it was I could say no and go back to being the miserable girl that only knows how to mope around about her dead mother. Or I could say yes and use this as a distraction to just forget about the pain.

“I am waiting for an answer Nico,” he spoke making me turn around and stop staring at him.

I rolled my eyes then sighed, “Stop calling me Nico.”

He laughed then opened his eyes looking over at me, “Oh. You don't like my nickname for you?”

“No,” I lied. The truth was I actually did like that he called me Nico. No one else had ever called me that and I liked the fact that he was the only one who has ever called me that. But of course I was not about to let him know that, “It's annoying.”

“I don't care. I like it so that is what I am calling you,” He said turning his head so that he was staring back up at the ceiling.

I sighed then realized that I was still naked in my bed next to Harry. Being next to him does not help me think straight. How did he even manage to come inside my house?

“Harry,” I said.

“Do you have an answer for me yet,” he asked.

“No,” I rolled my eyes annoyed at the fact that he was pressuring me to answer, “How did you get into my house? And my room?”

“You know putting a key under the mat is not the greatest idea Nico.” He laughed.

“Did my dad see you come in,” I asked.

“No. I saw him and...your stepmother,” he wasn't sure what to call Martha and I smiled because I wasn't sure what to call her either, “leaving together and when they drove away that's when I came in.”

“Oh.” Was all I could say.

We laid in silence for a couple more minutes and I kept debating in my head what I should answer Harry. I kept making up scenarios and excuses of things that can go wrong if I say yes, but to be honest they were all not good enough convince me that this was a bad idea. I wasn't really looking for a relationship and I knew Harry wasn't either so what could go wrong. This can work. We can make this work. It could be a distraction for me. It could be a way to just forget about the pain. We were both broken and maybe this could be the answer to our problems.

Harry suddenly got up from the bed and I watched him as he began to get dressed.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Getting dressed. Look Nico I never make these type of offers to anyone, so you can say this is a once in a life time chance. Once I walk out that door the offer is gone so you better make up your mind, quick.” He said as he slipped on his black jeans.

I sighed watching him as he slipped on his t shirt over his head. God he was hot. I bit my lip wanting to touch him again. Ugh. My stupid hormones are answering for me.

Fuck this, “Yes.”

“What,” he said as he slipped on his boots.

“I said, yes. I'll do it,” I repeated myself then pulled up the sheets to cover my face and hide. I couldn't believe what I had just agreed to.

I heard him laugh and confusion crossed my face. Why was he laughing? Then the covers were pulled down from my face and Harry sat next to me. He had a smirk on his face that revealed his dimples and his green eyes hinted a sparkle. He brushed my hair back with his hand, then leaned in to kiss my lips.

“Don't be embarrassed, love,” he said, “this will be fun. Trust me.”

I looked into his eyes and somehow I when he said to trust him...I did. I felt like I could trust him, but this wasn't what it was about. We were not in this for trusting and making each other feel like we can depend on each other. This was simply all fun and sex.

“I think we should establish some rules,” I said knowing that it had to be done. We didn't want to get this to the point where we were in a relationship. This was sex and nothing more. I think it was fair to the both of us to know that we can not get attached. I've heard stories and seen people get hurt because of deals like these. I didn't want to get hurt and I am sure he didn't either.

He giggled, “What?”

I sat up against against the head board of the bed wrapping the sheet around my torso, well aware that I was still naked.

“You know rules. So that we don't get too attached to each other and stuff,” I said.

He laughed, “Trust me I won't.”

“Alright,” I said, “but just to be safe.”

“Alright. What are the rules?” He asked rolling his eyes.

“Rule number one. You can not sneak into my bedroom like this again. From now on when ever you want to fuck me you call me or text me. Got it,” I said with confidence. I wasn't sure where it was all coming from, but I was glad it was here.

“Got it,” he said, “same goes for you.”

“Alright. Rule number two: we are aloud to see other people. There are no strings attached with us. We can date other people.” I said.

“Ok,” He said, “That's a good rule.”

I nodded then continued, “Rule number three: we do not need to go around telling everyone what we are doing. This all stays between us. You can't tell the boys.”

“Alright. It's not like ever tell them what I am up to,” He shrugged.

“Ok Rule number-”

“How many fucking rules are you going to have? And do I get to make any?”

I rolled my eyes, “Fine you can make up some rules as well.”

He smirked then brought his hand onto his chin thinking about what to say next. I rolled my eyes growing impatient. Ugh. Was he serious? It is not that hard to make up some rules.

“If you don't have any rules why did you bug me about making rules yourself,” I said.

He smiled then said, “I do have rules I just like to watch you get all mad and frustrated.”

I glared at him annoyed and he laughed.

“Alright rule number four: you have to go on birth control because I don't like condoms,” he said.

My jaw dropped. Could he even ask me for that?

“Rule number five,” he continued ignoring my reaction to his last rule, “if we see that this is going beyond something more then just sex, then we end it. Neither one of us are allowed to grow feelings for each other. Just like you said 'no strings attach.' Once strings begin to attach that's it. We cut them loose. We go our own ways and leave each other be. Got it?”

“Got it,” I repeated.

“So then we have a deal?” He said.

“Deal,” I said stretching out my hand so that we can shake on it.

He looked down at my extended hand, then smirked shaking his head. A flash of confusion crossed my face and I pulled my hand back to myself. Next thing I new Harry was taking off his shirt once again and climbing on top of me.

“I think we should seal this with something stronger,” he whispered against my lips.

His lips covered mine and moved slowly as his hands began to roam my body. I was still naked underneath the sheets and the touch of his skin against mine was igniting fire all over my body. His lips moved against mine as his hand reached between our bodies groping onto one of me breasts. His large hand gripped down onto my breast making me yelp onto his lips. I felt a smirk play on his lips. Two can play at that game.

I ran my fingers down between making contact with his smooth skin as they searched for their destination. Once they reached down to the now promising bulge in his jeans; I let my fingers run down the length through his jeans before palming him and squeezing gently.

He groaned against my lips then said, “Careful.”

I rose an eyebrow before whispering, “Payback's a bitch, Harry.”

He chuckled and I managed to roll him over so that I was the one on top of him. The sheets were now off of me exposing my naked body and I was suddenly aware of how exposed I was in front of him. Insecurity crossed my mind but when Harry's hands began to run down my sides all insecurities were washed away. I was lost in him feeling as his hands grazed my pale skin. I fumbled with the button on his jeans and he lifted his hips up so that I was able to bring down his jeans along with his boxers. His prominent size was revealed and I bit down on my lip.

Harry's thumb brushed my bottom lip making me release it and then he nodded reading my thoughts, “Go ahead.”

I nodded then moved my hands along his length. I stroke it slowly moving my hands up and down. I watched as Harry closed his eyes enjoying the slow movements of my hand against his length. Something about watching him enjoy made me smile. It was me the one that was causing this pleasure and the thought made me smile even more. I began to make the movements a bit faster and Harry's breathing increased with every stroke.

“Stop,” he moaned but I ignored him and continued.

He then brought his hand down onto mine holding it so that I stopped. I looked up at him confused and I let go of his length. He then pulled me up towards him so that I was straddling on his hips. My lips met his as I felt his length underneath me. I began to rock my hips back and forth on to him feeling him. His hands moved down to my hips stopping my rocking and then in one swift movement he brought me down onto the bed so that I was underneath him.

I felt him move away from me as I laid on the bed and I watched him as he rolled on a condom. I looked up at the ceiling and closed my eyes. I couldn't believe what was happening. Then soft lips began to trace kisses up my stomach. I opened my eyes looking down at him watching as his lips moved across my pale skin bringing goosebumps to their wake. Then I watched as his full lips wrapped around my nipple his tongue swirling around making me let out a moan. My hands ran through his curls and I clenched down on them feeling this rush of pleasure flow through my body.

His lips then met mine as he spread my legs apart and I felt him move inside me. His thrusts were slow at first, teasing me. I jerked my hips forward meeting his thrusts wanting to feel him. His lips trailed kisses along my jawline and I felt him smile against me as I moved my hips towards him. He then began to move faster. With every thrust there was a rush of pleasure flowing through my body. I felt my hands clench onto the fabric on the bed sheets as he thrust a forceful thrust into me making me arch my back and release. I felt him release as well and then fall on top of me. We both laid there trying to catch our breath.

He then moved from on top of me and laid next to me.

“That is twice this morning Ms. Nico,” he said, “I think we are going to have a lot of fun.”

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