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.


19. Chapter 18

Chapter 18

It's been a week since my last encounter with Harry. I've managed to not think about him all week and I had to admit I was proud of myself for going all week without a single thought about him. Of course having lots of homework and classes was a big distraction so that helped a lot, but today I finished all my class work early and here I was sitting on my couch wondering if I should call him.

It would have helped if I had agreed to go with my dad and Martha to their friend's house, but I wasn't really in the mood to meet new people. So here I was thinking about him. No matter how much I tried to push those thoughts away he always manged to creep into my mind. I remember when everyone made fun of me when I used to say that I will one day be dating Harry Styles from One Direction. It was every fans dream and here I am thinking about that deal I made with him. It seemed so long ago when I was a fan and now I am his fuck buddy. The thought made goosebumps rise on my skin. I was doing Harry styles.

I laughed at myself and then reached for my phone that rested on the coffee table, but as soon as I reached for it it began to buzz.

I looked at the caller ID and my heart immediately began to flutter when I read his name on the screen.

I smiled and answered, “Hello Styles.”

“Hello,” he said and I could imagine a smirk form on his face, “what are you doing today Nico.”

“Absolutely nothing,” I said.

“Good don't make any plans i'll be there in about an hour or so,” he said.

“Alright,” I said.

“See you soon Nico,” he said and hung up the call.

I put my phone back down on the coffee table and smiled to myself. I got up from the couch and began to straighten up my room and managed to wash a few dishes as well. I walked into my bathroom and was startled by the reflection in the mirror. My hair was a complete mess and I was still in sweatpants and a t shirt. I groaned and began to quickly comb my hair before Harry got here. I know that we are not together or anything and that it was just Harry so I shouldn't even worry about what I look like because he was only here to get one thing and that was sex. But I was the type of person that had to look presentable no matter what.

My hair was frustrating me and it wouldn't cooperate at all so I decided to quickly shower and shave my legs as well. As I hopped out of the shower I quickly began to get dressed putting on some jeans and a shirt. I usually take my time on figuring out what to wear but I just found the first thing in my closet and put it on. I didn't have time for putting on a fashion show.

I began to brush my hair and dry it with my hair dryer when I suddenly heard the door bell.


I quickly applied some makeup leaving out the eyeliner and then made my way to the door.

I opened up the door and was surprised when Bethany stood in front of me.

“Bethany?” I asked confused, “What are you doing here?”

I looked down and there next to her was a baby girl sitting in her car seat. The little baby smiled as if she knew something I didn't and I looked over at Bethany who was staring at me with hopeful eyes.

“I need you to do me a big favor,” she said.

“Oh no,” I said. I already knew where she was going with this and I didn't want to do it.

“Please you are my only hope. I have to go to work and my parents are off at some business meeting and Harry used to babysit sometimes but now he is all moping around and fucking everything he sees so I can't call him. Then there is...”

“Wait what,” I interrupted, “Harry was your babysitter.”

“Sometimes when he was in town and I had no one else, but ever since he came back from LA he stopped. What happened to him over there?”

“It's a long story,” I sighed.

“Well I don't have time for that. So can you please babysit her.” she pleaded.

“I didn't even know you had a daughter,” I said.

She pushed passed me and placed the car seat on the living room couch along with a bag full of essentials for the baby. What was she doing? I did not agree to taking care of her child. I was not good with kids. This is going to end terribly.

“I'll explain later. Here is her bottle and she loves her monkey stuff animal. Now if she get's fuzzy just sing to her. She loves to listen to singing that is why Harry was an amazing babysitter.” She said handing me her bottle and her stuff animal.

“Wait Bethany I can't do this,” I said.

“Yes you can,” she said and began to make he way out my house.

“No I can't,” I said.

“Bye Nicky,” she said running out of my house.

I closed the door and groaned. This was crazy I couldn't take care of a baby. I was terrible with them. Sure they are cute but when they start crying I panic and don't know what to do. UGH. I was going to kill Bethany when she came back. I seriously was going to murder her.

I walked over to the living room and saw the little baby girl playing with her hands and giggling. She was cute and looked a lot like Bethany.

“I guess you are stuck with me girl,” I said.

I don't even know her name. This is ridiculous.

“Look as long as you stay like this and don't cry I think we can both get along,” I said.

Just as I said that her facial expressions began to change and she let out a loud cry. Oh no. no. no. no. I can't do this. I can't.

“Please don't cry,” I said to her.


I picked her up from her car seat and gave her her bottle to try and settle her down. Maybe she was hungry. She spit the bottle out and continued to cry. Alright so she wasn't hungry. I grabbed her stuff monkey and began to show to her making funny noises. I needed to cheer her up.

That didn't help. She just began to yell and cry louder than she was before. I began to panic and wasn't sure I could do this. What if I was hurting her? I placed her down on her car seat once more hoping that maybe if I didn't touch her then maybe she would stop crying, but she began to cry even louder.

I groaned and picked her up again.

“Please don't cry,” I begged her.

Nothing was helping and I was begging to grow frustrated. I rocked her in my arms walked back and forth in my living room hoping that that would help.

“Please,” I begged and then began to feel the tears escape my eyes.

There was no way I can ever have a child. Here I was crying with this baby. It was all too frustrating. I didn't know what to do and everything I did just made her cry even more.

My door bell rang again and I quickly walked to the door hoping that it was Bethany coming back for her child.

As I opened the door a smiling Harry appeared. He took sight of me and his smile began to disappear.

“Please help me,” I cried.

He took the baby out of my hands and made his way into my house. I watched him as he calmly and softly rocked her in his arms. She seemed to like being in his arms.

He looked down at her with so much love and as I watched him try and calm her down I couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

“Your hand fits in mine likes it's meant to be,” he began to softly sing to her and as his voice filled the room the atmosphere began to change.

The baby had calmed down and both of our crying had stopped. I sat on the couch watching as Harry sang to her and looked at her with loving eyes. This was the first time I had ever seen Harry look at someone like that. Even when he looked at Monica there was always a hint of pain in his eyes, but as he looked at this small innocent child he held in his arms all I could see was love and care.

Soon the baby was asleep and Harry softly placed her down on the car seat.

“Can we put her in a quiet place,” he asked me.

I nodded and then lead him to the guest room down the hall. He placed the car seat on the bed and then picked her up placing her on the bed. He then arranged a barrier of pillows around her so that she wouldn't fall off the bed and before placing a kiss on her cheek he covered her with her pink blanket and I followed him out of the room.

I stood in the hall as he closed the door leaving it slightly open. Leaning back against the wall I let out a loud sigh. Harry turned around and took a look at me.

“Thank-” I began, but before I could finish his body was slammed against me and pressing me hard against the wall. His lips were moving fast against mine and his hands were traveling up and down my body.

“Harry,” I gasped.

He moaned against my lips then I felt his hands travel down to my thighs picking me up slightly so that my legs wrapped around his waist. He jerked his hips forward and I could feel his erection in between my legs. The sweet sensation that his touch caused made me moan against his lips and I swore I could do him right here in this hall.

I let my legs fall from around his waist and I pulled away from our kiss. I took his hand in mine and quickly led him up to my room because as much as I wanted to do him right here right now I grew a bit uncomfortable knowing that there was a baby in the room right across from me.

When we reached my room our clothes were immediately on the floor and Harry was buried deep in me. I closed my eyes taking in the feeling he cause as his hips thrust against me. The way his touch scorched my skin with pleasure and made me moan out his name. I liked the feeling he caused as our bodies moved in sync against each other.


We laid in bed together in silence as our panting deceased. I couldn't stop thinking about how Harry acted with the baby earlier.

“Harry. Why did you stop babysitting the baby?” I asked.

“What?” he asked confused. His voice was deep and slow making my heart race.

“You were so good with her and Bethany said you stopped babysitting,” I said.

“She is my godchild and I will always love her, but things change and I don't want her to know the person I am now. It's complicated.”

I knew he didn't want to speak of it, so I didn't ask him any more questions about her. I was still shocked at the fact that she was his godchild and on how he acted with her. I wanted to ask a lot more questions but I was tired and soon I had drifted into sleep.  

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