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.


27. Chapter 26

Chapter 26


I finally managed to find an outfit that didn't seem like I was trying, but also didn't seem like I wasn't. My life is complicated when it comes to fashion because I love fashion and wearing the right outfit is crucial to me. I decided to just wear my best pair of jeans and a black lace shirt. It was cold out tonight so I paired it with a leather jacket. I curled my hair so that it looked like I actually tried to style it, but somehow my hair was not cooperating with me tonight. Maybe it was because my mind was so preoccupied thinking about Harry and everything that Bethany told me.

I sighed and bent down to tie my shoes when I heard the doorbell ring. My dad and Martha were still not home and I wondered where they were. They probably went out to dinner with their friends. That most likely meant they won't be home for awhile. My dad has a lot of friends here in England and he doesn't mind driving an hour or so to visit them.

I walked down the stairs to go open the door and the house looked so creepy when there was no one home. I never actually paid attention to how big this house is and maybe it was because I usually spend my time locked up in my room.

“Hey.” I said to Keaton.

He was looking really cute tonight. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a light blue button up shirt that made the blue in his eyes stand out even more than usual.

“Hey sorry I am late,” he said giving me a pearly white smile.

He is late?

“Uh no problem. Let me just get my keys and we can head out,” I said walking over to the kitchen where I left my keys.

“Wow your house is big,” Keaton said as he followed behind me.

“I think it just looks like that because it's empty,” I said as I grabbed my keys, “alright we can go now.”

He nodded and we headed out the door. We walked to his car and he opened up the passenger door. He helped me in and I looked up at him feeling strange that he was being such a gentlemen.

When he got into the car and turned on the engine he noticed my awkward stare.

“What?” He asked throwing his hands up in confusion.

I laughed and shook my head, “I've never seen a guy open up a car door for a girl like you just did.”

He laughed putting the car in reverse and heading out my drive way.

“You've just been going out with the wrong guys,” he said and I couldn't help but feel like he was talking about Harry.

I frowned and turned my head to avoid him noticing my change in mood. He was right. I always did chose the wrong guys to get involved with. They either were cheating on their girlfriends with me or were douche bags like Harry.


Throughout the entire movie I couldn't really concentrate. I just kept thinking about everything that Bethy had talked to me about and as much as I tried to stop thinking about it I couldn't. Harry was trying to change. He was changing because he was with me? No. That is just not possible. I just don't believe that I am capable of changing who Harry is. I was no one but some girl he fucked when he was horny. I mean he said it himself.

To top it off there was the mysterious way she acted when I asked about that flash drive. What the hell was in that flash drive? I know Harry was involved with a drug dealer, but I doubt that Bethy had anything to do with that too. Maybe I was overreaction and over thinking all of this. Maybe they were just downloading some songs or something, but then why would Bethy react the way she did. I should stop thinking about all this and just try and concentrate on the movie.

I sighed and began to pay attention to the movie. I had no idea what was going on. Keaton reached over and offered me some popcorn. I smiled and grabbed a handful. He smiled back taking the tub of popcorn back onto his lap. I sighed hoping that he wouldn't ask me anything about the movie because I was so lost and had no idea what was going on. It looked as if it was almost over though. I rested my arm on the arm rest of the seat and looked over at Keaton who seemed to be really into the movie. He is really cute. Why can't I just fall for a guy like Keaton? I mean he likes me. I like him. I probably don't like him the way he likes me and it's not that he isn't cute or I am not attracted to him, but it's just that he isn't...Harry.

I felt Keaton grab my hand causing me to snap out of my thoughts. I looked down at the new contact and then looked up at him. He was smiling but his eyes never moved away from the screen. At first it was strange to feel him hold my hand like that, but as the minutes passed by it was comforting. I liked feeling his hand in mine.

I was growing more comfortable as the time passed with him sitting next to me and holding my hand like he was. I bit down on my bottom lip nervously wondering if maybe Keaton could be the one to help me forget about Harry. I sighed releasing my lip and then let go of his hand only to pull up the arm rest and lean in closer to him. I wasn't sure what came over me. Maybe it was the fact that for once I actually saw myself trying to move forward.

Keaton smiled and stretched out his arm wrapping it around me. I nervously smiled and moved in closer to him feeling the beat of his hear against me. I smiled and reached over to grab some popcorn from the tub on his lap.

I was beginning to fall asleep on Keaton's shoulder when I felt him mover from underneath me and as I opened my eyes I noticed that the lights were on. The movie was over. I feel so bad now. I missed the entire movie all because I just couldn't stop thinking about Harry.

“Come on,” Keaton said grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the theater.

I followed him out and he never let go of my hand. We walked out onto the cold air and I instinctively snuggled onto Keaton's warm body. He looked down at me smiling and I could tel that he was enjoying this. I wasn't trying to lead him on or anything, but just the feeling of having him this close to me was nice. Maybe I just missed Harry or maybe I just liked Keaton. I wasn't sure what it was, but for now I was going to enjoy this feeling of being wanted and cared for.

“You didn't really like the movie did you,” Keaton said.

“What? why would you say that?” I asked.

“Well it was a comedy and I didn't hear you laugh not once,” he said.

I laughed, “alright you caught me. The truth is I wasn't really paying attention to the movie. I just have a lot on my mind. I'm sorry.”

He pulled me in closer to him by wrapping his arm around me and said, “it's ok. You are going to make it up to me right now by telling me what is on your mind.”

I nervously laughed and then looked down at the ground.

He smirked and we walked down the street onto a cafe. We both ordered our hot drinks and I was shocked when he headed out the door instead of taking a seat in the cafe.

“We are going outside?” I asked.

“Yea,” he said as we walked out onto the cold air, “trust me this is one of the warmest nights in London and we have to enjoy it.”

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Let's go take a walk in the park,” he said wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to him again.

We walked down the park hand in hand and I couldn't believe I was letting him hold my hand and wrap his arms around me. I still wasn't sure if this was a date or if it was just a casual day out with a friend. I think it started off that way, but now with the hand holding and the touchiness it became more than just a friendly outing.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked me.

I sighed then looked down at the ground nervously, “Nothing.”

“Come on. You completely ignored one of the funniest films I've ever watched and now you are not going to tell me,” he said playfully.

“Was it really very funny?” I asked. I don't remember hearing him laugh and I was sitting right next to him. Unless I was really that out of it.

He giggled, “No it wasn't even a comedy Nicky. It was an action film. That just shows how much you paid attention.”

Oh god this is just embarrassing, “I am so sorry Keaton. I just –”

“Have a lot on your mind,” he finished my sentence.


He sighed, “Does it have to do with Harry?”

The sound of his name made my heart race. His name would only pop out in my head, but just listening to someone else talk about him made me realize how real it all is. Harry does exist. He is something that suddenly became part of my life and the worst part was that he became the person that I was constantly thinking about.

“Yeah,” I whispered, “Is it that obvious.”

“A little,” he laughed, “I just saw the way you two were staring at eachother when he stopped by at the cafe. When I saw him standing there so close to you; I knew that you two had something going on.”

“We don't,” I defended.

“Well good because then I wouldn't be able to bring you out on this incredible date,” he said staring down at me with those incredibly blue eyes.

So this is a date. I don't know how to react to this. I was liking the idea of dating Keaton now and I think it is mostly because I now feel guilty about not really paying attention during the movie. I wasn't sure what it was, but I was liking this. It felt nice to have a normal date with a guy that wasn't wanting anything from me other than to get to know me.

We stopped walking and he turned to look at me,“Listen Nicky. I know guys like him and all they do is play with girls. You are beautiful and you deserve someone that won't play with you and have you over think things.”

“Like you,” I whispered taking a step closer to him. I wasn't sure what the hell was going on with me. All I knew was he was saying all the right words to me.

“Yeah,” he whispered taking a step closer to me, “Like me.”

We were standing so close to each other that I could feel his hot breathe tickling my skin. He licked his lips and I knew what was coming. I licked my lips and he began to lean in. I could feel my heart beating with panic or was it excitement? I wasn't sure but I knew that if he kissed me I was not going to complain about it. His lips were now inches away from mine and just when they were about to touch a loud groan made us pull apart.

I looked behind Keaton and out between the trees you can see the shadows of a group of guys. Keaton turned to look at them and as we took the scene in front of us we realized that they were gaining up on someone. There on the ground was a man groaning in pain as the guys kicked him.

“Hey!” Keaton yelled, “Leave him alone.”

Keaton began to walk towards them and I immediately panicked, “Keaton no. Don't go near them. They could have weapons.”

I walked closer to them following Keaton and soon the shadows developed faces. I looked down at the guy on the floor and realized who it was.

“Harry!” I yelled panicking.

I didn't think at all I just ran towards the men who were beating him down. Harry's head shot up at the sound of my voice and I could see the blood running down his face. One of the men noticed me standing there and then laughed as if he has just realized something. He was tall with dark jet black hair and had this look in his eyes that made you want to run away from him. He grabbed Harry by the collar of his t shirt and picked him up from the ground. Harry looked completely weak and vulnerable.

“Stop!” I yelled at them.

I felt Keaton's hand around my arm and he pulled me back away from them.

“Let me go!” I yelled at Keaton, “they are going to hurt him.”

“No it isn't safe. You can't just walk in the middle of that. They will hurt you,” he said.

I didn't care. I had to stop them from hurting him anymore. I yanked my arm away from his hold and continued to walk towards them. The dark haired man slammed Harry onto a tree and watched Harry wince at the pain they were causing him. I was now in between the other two men and they didn't hesitate to grab hold of me.

“Let her go,” Keaton said from behind us and I watched as one of them grabbed hold of Keaton as well.

The man who had Harry against the tree reached into his pocket and held out what looked like a knife. My heart was pounding in my chest and I knew what he was going to do.

“Stop,” I yelled, “Please leave him alone.”

I couldn't stand watching him hurt Harry any longer. I could feel the tears running down my cheeks and I wanted to push the man away from me so that I can stand next to Harry and help him, but he kept his grip tight around my body holding me against his chest. He smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. It was disgusting and I was feeling uncomfortable in his perverted hands.

The dark haired man brought the knife onto Harry's throat and I winced at the sight of the knife being so close to his neck. I prayed that he wouldn't press that knife any closer to his neck because if he did Harry would be seriously injured.

“Give me what I want Harold,” the man said through gritted teeth.

Harry spit in his face in return; his saliva filled with blood. The man looked even more annoyed and I watched as he pressed his knife closer onto Harry's neck.

“Stop!” I yelled again as I watch a slight cut form on his neck.

“Shut her up,” the dark haired man ordered and I felt a dirty hand clasp over my mouth.

Harry's eyes met mine and I could see worry flash through them.

“I already called the cops,” I heard Keaton say.

The man groaned in annoyance and then dropped Harry on to the ground. He kicked him a few times and I winced at every kick he received. I turned my head and watch as the other man through Keaton onto the ground.

The man that was holding me ran his dirty hand down my body whispering, “until next time doll face.”

He pushed me away causing me to stumble and fall right besides Harry. I looked up at the men and they laughed looking down at the three of us.

“I'll find you again Styles,” the dark haired man said before they all turned and left us there on the ground.

As soon as they were out of sight I made my way next to Harry. He was curled up on the ground painfully groaning.

“Keaton help me get him up,” I said and Keaton was soon next to me.

We both carefully pulled Harry up and place his arms around our shoulders so that he can support himself.

“We have to take him to the hospital,” I told Keaton and he nodded as we made our way to his car.

“No,” Harry groaned, “No hospital.”

I sighed knowing that he wouldn't want any media to know what happened. Everyone would be asking questions and this would soon be breaking news on television. We carefully place Harry in the back seat of the car and I stepped in to sit next to him. Keaton shut the door and I watched as he made his way around the car and step into the driver's seat.

Harry's head fell in my shoulder and I held him close to me securely.

“No hospital,” he whispered and I could feel his hot breathe tickle my skin.

I held him tighter afraid that he would break away from me.

“Keaton let's just go to my house,” I said.

“He needs a doctor Nicky,” he said.

I shook my head, “No we can't have anyone asking questions. Let's just go.”

He sighed then nodded turning on the engine. 

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