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.


30. Chapter 29

Chapter 29

I sat up from my bed wrapping the towel on my naked body. I was suddenly feeling alone since Harry had left. My house was still empty with no sign of my dad or Martha. The silence was now eerie and I was regretting asking Harry to leave. I know I keep contradicting myself, but I can't help it. When it comes to Harry I never know what to do. Sometimes I feel like just throwing myself at him and letting him do whatever he wants with me just like we did awhile ago, but other times my heart and head fight against the lust. My heart aches with every promising kiss and my head keeps telling me to be cautious.
I sighed and walked over to my dresser. I quickly got dressed putting only only at shirt and my underwear. I slipped into my bed and placed my ear buds in. I closed my eyes and soon the sweet music lulled me to sleep.
I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm. It felt as if I had only slept for five minutes. I looked over at my phone and noticed it was 7:00am. I had slept for about three hours if not less. I couldn't sleep at all thinking about Harry. Why does he always show up in my life?
Groaning and dreading the eventful night I stood up from my bed and walk towards my bathroom. I took a look in the mirror and groaned at the terrifying sight. I had bags under my eyes, my hair was a mess, my lips were as dry as a desert, and I swear I could see myself beginning to break out.
"Life sucks and then you die," I whispered to myself.
I splashed some water on my face and washed it with my multiple products that are suppose to keep me from breaking out. I quickly brushed my teeth and then tried to do something with my hair to try and make it look a bit more presentable, but it was just not cooperating. Once I finally managed to control it i applied some makeup. I began to make my way out of the bathroom when I stepped on something causing me to curse and yell.
Ugh! This was not my day!

I looked down to look at the object that I had stepped on. I was taken aback when I realized what it was.

The USB. It was Harry's USB. He must have dropped it when he got undressed to shower last night. The image of his naked body was still etched in my brain. God he was gorgeous.

I picked up the memory stick and stared at it for a while wondering what was in it. My laptop was only a couple feet away from me sitting right ob bed. All I had to do was walk on over to it and pop this memory stick in to check out what was in it. The idea was becoming a great idea as I kept staring at the USB.

Forgetting about the pain that this tiny object caused me; I quickly ran to my laptop and turned it on. This was it. I was finally going to see what was in this memory stick. I was finally going to see the reason why Bethany made such a big deal about it when I asked her about it. This could be the answer to all of my questions.


Harry's POV

I was laying here in my bed thinking about her. Why was I always thinking about her? I hate that she always somehow creeps in my head. I thought going out with Kaya would only help the situation and help me get this feeling of caring to go away. Somehow it has back fired on me and has only made things worst. Now all I feel is the urge to see her and touch her. I liked the way her hands run through my hair. I like the alive feeling I feel whenever she kisses me, but liking all of this was my problem. Feeling alive only means that I will care for her more than I should and I don't like it.. I can not risk getting hurt again.

My phone began to ring and I reached over to answer it, “Hello.”

“Harry you son of bitch,” Bethany yelled through the phone.

“What did I do now?” I asked confused. Somehow she always managed to find something wrong that I did.

“How did your meeting go with Kyle. You were suppose to call me as soon as you were out of there. I was worried sick about you. I thought maybe Kyle's boys gave you a beating or something,” she said.

“Oh they gave me a beating alright,” I answered. I still haven't even told her that I saw Nico again. The last time I talked to her she made it clear that she didn't want to see me around her unless I had good intentions. I don't know what my intentions are with Nico, but I do know that the sex is great and that as much as I hate feeling so alive around her I also quite enjoy it.

She was silent for a minute or so and then spoke, “Harry-”

“I saw her,” I interrupted.

“You saw who?”

“Nico...Nicky. I saw Nicky last night,” I spoke.

“Harry!” she yelled through the phone, “i told you to stay away from her you.”

“She found me. I didn't go out looking for her,” I said.

“What do you mean she found you. She was suppose to be out with Keaton last night.” She sounded confused. The sound of that losers name just makes me want to gag.

“He was with her,” I answered coldly not wanting to give much away. I didn't want to admit it, but seeing him with her last night definitely made me feel a bit jealous. Ugh. I hated this. Why does she have this stupid effect on me?

“You ruined her date,” she whined.

“Hey I didn't tell them to stroll around the park at night and save me from getting a beating.” I defended.

“What?” She asked confused.

“It's a long story, Bethy. I'll tell you about it later. My point is that I saw her and we had sex, twice, if I may ad.”

“Gross! Harold!”

“Bethy my point is that she doesn't seem to leave my head!” I yelled frustrated.

“You are falling for her,” she cooed.

“What? No!” I yelled. How could she think I am falling for her. What the fuck does that even mean? No. She is insane. There was no way I would go back to that. Falling in love is the worst thing that could happen to anyone. I wouldn't want it for anyone. Death would be a better choice than to fall in love because at least when you are dead you are no longer feeling broken.

“Whatever Harry. You can't be afraid of falling in love. You need to let her in. I know she likes you and I know you like her too.”

She likes me? Why would she like me? I have been nothing but a jerk to her. No. I can;t get these ideas into my head. This is why I usually avoid talking to Bethy. She always seems to put all these ideas in my head about how I could find love with someone, but the truth was that I still had feelings for Monica. What I have with Nico is lust. It has to be. That is the only explanation I have on why I can't stop thinking about her. It is not that I am falling for. How can I be falling for her when I still have Monica etched in my head.

“No. I can't like her. How could I when I still love Monica.” I said.

“I am going to kill that bitch if I ever see her,” she said.

I rolled my eyes. She has been saying that ever since I told her about Monica and my little adventure with her in LA. I haven't gone back to LA since then and it has to do with the fact that it just brings back a lot of bad memories. The only time I am willing to go back there is for work and that is only because I have to go not really because I want to.

“Anyways I called you to ask you about the meeting with Kyle not to discuss your stupidity and lack of love.” She said.

“Well Kyle didn't show up. He sent his boys and all they did was beat me. I am trying to get out of this as soon as possible Bethy. Don't worry you won't be affected by any of this.” I said.

She sighed, “What about the USB?”

“What about it?”

“Did they take it from you?”

“No. I have it right...” I stood up and reached for my jeans that I wore last night. I searched the pockets looking for the USB, but couldn't find anything.

“Harry please tell me you have it with you,” she sounded panicked.

“I had it with me. I swear.”

“Harry,” she says calmly as I kept searching for it underneath my bed. Maybe it fell out of the pockets.

“What?!” I yelled annoyed.

“Did you have the USB with you when you were at Nicky's house?” She asked.

“Yes. Why?”

“Because I am starring at Nicky right now and she is sitting at a table starring at a USB that looks exactly like the one you have.” She said.

“Shit. It must have fallen out when I took off my –”

“Ok I don't want to know the details,” she interrupted, “just come and get it from her. I don't think I want her to know about that part of my life.”

“Alright. Don't worry i'll get it back.” I said and hung up the phone.


Nicky's POV


Bethy has been acting weird around me ever since she made that mysterious phone call. I was siting at a table in the cafe during my break and she kept staring at me as I looked at the USB. I didn't look through it knowing that it would be wrong to do that. It wasn't mine and it was an invasion of privacy. I wanted to know what was in it so bad, but I decided that maybe it was a good thing that I didn't know. Sometimes knowing things can be a bad thing. I hoped that whatever was in this memory stick was not as bad as Harry and Bethy played it out to be.

“So Nicky,” Bethy said to me as I cleaned the counter top where the cash register was located, “How was your night last nigh? Anything interesting?”

My heart involuntarily began to pick up it's pace as I remembered last night. Last night was definitely an interesting night, but I didn't want to tell her that.

“No. I went out with Keaton and I think I really like him,” I honestly answered.

“What?” She asked shocked.

I gave her a confused look and she closed her eyes and sighed.

“I you really think you like him?” She asked.

“Yeah I think I do. He was really nice and we kissed and it wasn't bad.”

“What about Harry?” She asked leaning against the counter.

I looked away from her grabbing a the towel I was using to wipe down the counter and made my way around it trying to avoid her stare.

“What about him?” I shrugged. I had to play it off as if his name didn't affect me, but the truth was that my heart was hammering in my chest at just the sound of his name.

She laughed and followed me as I made my way to the displays. I wasn't sure what I was doing because I didn't really need to check the muffins because I just filled up the display about a second ago. I was just trying to avoid this conversation about Harry. I know what she is going to say and I don't want to hear how Harry needs me because I can help him change. I don't even know what she means by that. All I know is that I want to be able to be with someone that has the capability of liking me back for me and not just for sex.

“You two are so clueless,” she laughed.

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on! It is so obvious you two like each other as much as the other does, but he is just stupid and scared and you don't see that you can chan –”

“Don't say change because I have no idea what you mean.” I said putting my hand up in the air indicating for her to stop talking.

“You guys are so stubborn,” she rolled her eyes and then walked away and into the back room.

I shook my head trying to forget about what she just told me because as amazing as it would be for Harry to like me the way I like him; I knew it was an impossible.

I walked over to the tables and began to wipe them off. I would be off in about fifteen minutes and I wanted to make sure all the tables were clean before Keaton got here. He should be here soon and I wondered if it would be awkward to see him. Thank god we had different shifts today, but unfortunately we both open tomorrow. The problem with dating him would be that things will get awkward here at work.

I felt a hand grab onto my bottom as I wiped down one of the tables. I gasped and my reflexes cause me to quickly turn and throw the towel at whoever grabbed onto my bottom.

Anger crossed my face when I realized who it was.

“Harry,” I said to gritted teeth, “What the fuck? You can't do that.”

He smirked raising an eyebrow, “you can't tell me what I can't and can do.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed passed him making my way towards the cash register. He didn't hesitate to grab onto my arm and pull me back so that I was facing him.

“What do you want? I thought I told you we couldn't keep doing this,” I said.

“You have something that is mine,” he said and the stupid smirk on his face never seemed to vanished. God he was looking so hot today.

He was wearing a white v neck t shirt that exposed his collar bones and I swallowed trying not to imagine my lips against his neck.

I rose an eyebrow and then walked closer so that my chest was against his. I bit down at my bottom lip teasingly and ran a finger across his collar bone mostly because I was just dying to place my lips on his skin. He looked down at me looking puzzled.

“I think,” I began to speak leaning in close to him so that my lips were barely touching his, “that you are going to have to earn it back.”

I licked my lips and he parted his thinking that I was about to kiss him. He leaned in and I stepped back away from him and walked away chanting, “Finders keepers. Losers weepers.”

I walked behind the cash register and then glanced up at him only to see him standing in front of me.

He snatched a napkin from the counter and grabbed the pen that I kept next to the register. I watched him as he secretly wrote something down on the napkin then folded it handing it to me.

“No body likes a tease, Nico.” He winked and then walked out of the cafe.

I opened up the napkin to see what he had wrote: See you in an hour.

There was an address written on it as well and I put folded the napkin slipping it into my pocket. As soon as I did Keaton walked into the cafe and I began to get nervous. If he would have walked in only moments ago he would have seen the whole teasing scene I just did with Harry.

“Hey,” he said smiling at me, “Was that Harry I just saw walking out?”

“Uh yeah. He just came to say thank you about yesterday.”

“Oh,” he said, “So I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight. I can close early and maybe we can go to dinner or just hang out.”

“I would love to,” I said, “but I kind of have plans.”

I am going to see Harry again.


“It's a step mom thing. She wants me to help her with a few baby things,” I lied.

“It's ok. I understand. Maybe next time,” he said smiling.

“Yeah,” I said, “Like I said. I'd love that.”

“Alright well you can go now. I think I got it from here and we have one of the other girls coming in in a bit.”

I nodded and took off my cafe apron placing it under the counter. I felt so guilty and I didn't want to lie to Keaton, but I had to know what was on the USB without looking inside it without permission.

“I'll see you tomorrow,” I said to him and walked out of the cafe. 

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