Broken (Harry Styles FanFic)

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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.

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28. Chapter 27

Chapter 27

We walked into my house careful not to hurt Harry. I couldn't stop looking at him and how hurt he was. He looked weak and I could tell he was extremely injured. He really did need a doctor, but I knew that he wouldn't want that.

My house was still empty which meant my day and Martha were not coming home tonight. They must have stayed over at his friends house.

“Where should we take him?” Keaton asked.

“To my room,” I said and we carefully went up the stairs.

Harry was really weak and he kept putting most of his weight on me. It was hard trying to get him up the staircase and I found myself out of breathe when we reached the top.

“Let's place him on my bed,” I said to Keaton.

We walked towards my bed and Keaton and I carefully placed him down. Harry groaned as his body came in contact with the mattress and I flinch knowing that he was in terrible pain. I pulled a blanket over him and then turned to look at Keaton.

“Thank you,” I said to him.

He took a step closer to me and he cupped my face brushing away the tears that were running down my face. I hadn't even realized that I was crying. It's just seeing Harry this way scared me. I thought they were going to beat him to death and I couldn't take watching them do that to him. I cared about him too much to just walk away from the situation.

“Hey,” Keaton whispered taking me in his arms, “he is going to be fine.”

I buried my head into his chest taking in his sweet scent. He smelled so good and in his arms I found myself feeling safe. He held me tight in his arms holding me in place.

“This isn't how I expect to end our night,” he said and I pulled away.

I was so distracted with the events that has just occurred that I had completely forgotten that I was on a date with him. Guilt flushed through me and I bit down on my lip nervously.

“I am sorry,” I whispered looking down at the ground. I should be ashamed of myself. Here I was for once having a good time with a guy and actually feeling like this could be something more than just a sexual relationship; when in comes crashing Harry back into my life.

“Hey it's fine,” he whispered trying to convince me that it was alright when I clearly knew that it wasn't.

I took a step closer to him thinking of only one way to make this right between us. My heart was racing and I could feel my palms nervously sweating. I took in a deep breathe and took his face in my hands. Next thing I knew our lips molded together and I could feel my heart racing with adrenaline. His lips weren't like Harry's. They were softer and the kiss was sweat. I found myself really enjoying it and I wondered if I would finally be able to get over Harry.

Harry groaned causing us to break our kiss. I turned around and he had his eyes closed.

“I should go,” Keaton said and I turned to look at him.

He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. I felt the butterflies in my stomach flutter and smiled at him.

“Are you going to be ok with him here,” he asked.

“Uh. Yeah. I think I might just call Bethany to come get him,” I said.

He nodded then hugged me, “Call me if you need anything.”

“I will,” I promised and he walked away with a smile on his face.

I wasn't sure what that was all about, but it was different. I never had anyone make me feel like I mattered. He made me feel like I was wanted. He cared about me and I liked the feeling of being care for. I smiled at the thought and sighed to myself.

Harry groaned again and I turned to take a look at him. His face was bloodied and bruised. I went into my bathroom and grabbed a towel with a tray full of warm water. I sat next to Harry on the bed and began to wipe his face with the towel. He flinched as the towel came into contact with his face, but I continued to clean his face.

“What did you get yourself into Harry?” I whispered.

The water in the tray turned red as his face turned back to it's original color. I looked at his face and realized that the damage was not as bad as I thought. He had a bruise on his cheek, a busted lip, and a few grazes along his eyebrows.

His eyes opened up and those beautiful green eyes stared back at me.

“Where's your boyfriend?” He asked his voice laced with coldness.

“What?” I asked confused.

“You two put on quite a show for me a while ago,” he said.

I looked away knowing he was talking about the kiss that Keaton and I shared earlier. I sighed then stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom ignoring Harry and his comment. I threw the water into the sink and then walked back out into my bedroom. When I returned Harry was attempting to get up from the bed.

“What are you doing,” I asked.

“I need a shower,” he said, “Can you help me up?”

I sighed knowing that he was not going to listen to me when I tell him he needs to stay in bed. I walked over to him and helped him out. He draped his arm around me and we made our way into my bathroom. He placed his hands on the sink putting most of his weight on it. He looked down at the sink and closed his eyes trying to mask the pain away. He then looked up at examined himself in the mirror.

“Wow Kyle did a pretty pathetic job,” he said and smirked.

I frowned, “I don't know how you can be joking about this like that.”

“I just don't care anymore,” he said shrugging.

I shook my head disappointed in his answered and turned my heal to walk out of the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” He asked when I reached the door.

I turned around to look at him and answered, “I was just going to wait for you outside.”

He rose an eye brow at me, “I barely made it here with your help. Do you really think I can shower on my own?”

What?

“Um. I don't –”

He rolled his eyes and said, “Just help me take my clothes off.”

I nodded and walked towards him. Ok. I could do that. No big deal I was just going to help him take his clothes off and that was it. Wait. I was going to see him naked. Oh no. I can't handle that.

I was standing right in front of him. His back was facing the bathroom sink mostly because he was putting his weight on it. I looked up at him and swallowed  down the vile of nervousness that seemed to be forming in me. His green eyes were piercing into mine and my heart was erratically beating in my chest. A small smirk formed upon his lips and couldn't get that feeling of wanting to feel them on mine.
"Lift my shirt up," he demanded. His voice was deep and erotic.
My nervous hands fumbled with the hem of his shirt and I slowly began to lift up his shirt. I tried my best not to make skin in skin contact knowing what it would do to me, but as I pulled up and reached his chest I felt my hands skim upon his nipple. I gasped as the familiar tingling feeling ignited at the pit of my stomach. God I wanted him. He was just so beautiful.
I pulled the shirt over head and then threw it on the ground. His eyes were still looking down at me and I couldn't stop this feeling of wanting him. Why was I feeling like this? Stop Nicollette. This will only end in disaster you know it.
I looked down to avoid his eyes and gasped as the large bruises on his abs.
"Harry you need ice for that," I said.
He placed a finger underneath my chin and lifted my head up so that my eyes were on his. My breathing increased and his finger trailed down from chin down my neck and paused right on my chest.
"I can sense the way your body reacts to my touch," he whispered his voice full of lust.

I gulped and my heart kept beating faster pounding against my chest. He leaned down slowly and I knew what he was about to do. Part of me wanted to stop him, but there was a big part of me that just wanted him to kiss me already. I could feel his hot breathe against me as he leaned in closer and closer. He was moving so slow and I was growing impatient. I wanted him to kiss me now before I had enough time to think about it and move away from him. I watched him slowly lick his lips and then next thing I knew his lips were pressed against mine. They molded perfectly over mine it was almost as if they were the perfect fit for my lips. His mouth moved slowly against mine and I savored every bit of this moment.

My hands roamed up his chest and around his neck. I dug my fingers through his hair holding him in place so that his lips never leave mine. The intensity of the kiss was growing and I found myself losing my breathe. His teeth grazed my bottom lip as he pulled away and it shocked me to see him catching his breathe as well. He stared into my eyes and I could see the lust gleaming in those beautiful green orbs that I loved. He took in a deep breathe then placed his lips against mine again making me gasp in shock of the sudden contact. His hands roamed down my body then rested on my waist.

One of his hands began to fumble at the hem of my shirt and I wondered what he was trying to do. When his hand came into contact with the skin underneath it I realized he was trying to get his hand underneath my shirt. The touch of his skin against mine left goosebumps in their wake. His hand traveled up causing my shirt to bunch up right below my chest. I felt his long fingers come in contact with the top of my breast and he gently squeezed it making me gasp against the skin. His lips suddenly left mine and I frowned at the absence of his contact, but then the frown disappeared when his lips met my neck.

He lightly sucked on the skin on my neck and let out a light moan. His teeth grazed on my skin before his lips closed down and then sucked on it once more. I could feel my blood rising to the surface on that very spot. He lightly blew on it before trailing kisses up my neck.

His lips rested on my earlobe and he whispered, “red looks good on you.”

What? What the hell was he talking about? I wasn't even wearing red. Ugh. He just needs to stop talking and continue kissing me.

He pulled away and then in one swift move he pulled my tshirt over my head and threw it onto the ground. He parted his legs and I stepped in between them feeling his bare chest against mine. His hands draped around my waist and one of his hands moved up my back to unclasp my bra. It soon hit the ground leaving me completely topless. I could feel my nipples coming in contact with his skin and I began to get that familiar feeling down there. I wanted him so bad. It's been a while since I felt his skin against mine. Since I felt his lips come in contact with mine. I missed all of this and now that I was here in his arms and feeling his hands explore my body again; I wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.

“Shower with me, baby,” he whispered against my lips.

I nodded and pushed away from him. I took my jeans off along with my underwear. His eyes roamed my body with lust and desire sparking in his green orbs. I bit my bottom lip teasingly and then walked back towards him unzipping the fly on his jeans. I pulled them down along with his boxer briefs freeing the monster he held inside. I ran my hand down his chest then wrapped my fingers around his penis. He let out a groan pleasure clearly displayed in his voice. His lips came into contact with mine again and I moved my hand up and down his prominent size stroking it and receiving some moans against my lips.

“Fuck this,” he said pulling away from me.

I was confused at first but then he moved away from the sink turning me around and swiftly carrying me up so that I was sitting on the sink.

“Harry you're still not well,” I said.

“I was faking I'm fine,” he said then pushed himself in between my legs.

His lips met mine again and he pulled me so that I was at the edge of the sink. His hand moved down between my legs, slipping his fingers onto my sex he began to stroke on my clit.

I moaned against his lips and he whispered, “so wet for me, baby.”

I threw my head back feeling the rush of pleasure flow through my body. My breathing was uncontrollable and his cold fingers seemed to moved faster as my breathing began to increase. I bit down on my bottom lip trying to suppress a moan from escaping my lips. Harry was enjoying himself watching me wither under his touch and his eyes were full of lust. His lips then met mine and he pulled onto my bottom lips with his teeth causing me to let out that moan I was trying to mask away.

His fingers moved away from my sex and I squirmed and wined at the loss of his touch. He smirked enjoying the sight of me wining for more of his touch. He moved closer to me spreading my legs further apart. I could feel the tip of his penis at my entrance and I bit down on my lip as the anticipation grew. I wanted to feel him inside of me so bad. Then finally feeling him slowly move in me I found myself letting out a breath that I was unaware of holding. He began to thrust his hips slowly then picking up the pace. His hand grabbed onto one of my breasts and I felt my nipple erect at the feel of his touch.

The feeling of him thrusting and moving inside of me was so exotic. Every thrust of his hips let through a wave of pleasure flow through my body. I threw my head back as I began to feel the pleasure build up in my stomach. His thrusts grew rough and tensed knowing that I was so close to coming to my high.

“Let go,” Harry demanded as he thrust his hips again letting another blow of pleasure flow threw my body.

I did as he said and my body began to stiffen then relax as I felt myself coming down from my high. Harry smirked thrusting into me once more before releasing as well. He let his body fall on mine and I placed a hand behind me holding myself onto the sink. We both stayed in place for a while as we tried to catch our breaths.

“I think we can shower now,” I said running a hand through his curls.

He laughed then nodded leaving a trail of kisses on my chest. We both moved from the sink and stepped into the shower.

What the hell was I doing?

 

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