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.


31. Chapter 30

Chapter 30


I got home and quickly took a shower. At first I considered not even bothering to even try and look decent, but I have been washing dishes and cleaning tables all day that the smell of cleaning products was beginning to give me a headache. Once I was all cleaned up and dressed I looked through the pockets of my work jeans to look for the napkin that contained the address.

It was located somewhere near the Thames river. The building looked quite fancy and expensive. I've seen it before and I always watch people walk out and get into their very expensive cars. I always wondered what the inside of the building looked liked. It had a signed outside that read 'The Tower.' I would think that an expensive fancy building like that would have a better name, but no it was simply called 'The Tower.'

I grabbed my dad's keys from the kitchen where he had left them and left him a note letting him know that I was using his car. Him and Martha were out again making me realize that they go out a lot. It is usually out with a lot of my father's business partners. Of course they always ask me to go with them, but to be honest sitting around with a bunch of older people talking about nothing but legal business didn't quite catch my attention.



I was sitting outside of the tall building for about ten minutes debating whether I was doing the right thing or not. I knew that if I saw him that things would take a whole different turn of events. All I wanted was to know what was on this memory stick and just go back to maybe having some type of normal relationship with Keaton. I like Keaton, but Harry. Oh Harry sparked something inside of me that I never thought I would feel.

When ever he smile at me and came near me was as if my heart turned into the sun igniting my whole body with it's warmth. The goosebumps on my skin awakened as his fingers made in contact with my skin. The feel of his lips against mine were like sweet strawberries that filled my mouth with delicious kisses. These feelings were so foreign to me. I have never felt any of this with any other guy. I wasn't sure how to describe this feeling that Harry ignited in me, but I knew that what I felt for him was stronger than lust and that scared me.

I finally got the courage to pick up my phone and let Harry know I was here. He gave me instructions to drive into the parking lot of the building and then to go up the elevator to the top floor.

As I walked into the elevator my heart began to pick up it's pace. I was growing so nervous and was beginning to over think everything. What if I was making a mistake? What if what was in the USB was not meant for me to see? What If lose control again being with him? What if this ends badly? And the question that was there at the back of my head finally crept it's way out. It was a question that I knew I have been wanting to keep away from being said out loud and somehow in this small space it blurted out of my mouth.

“What if I am falling in love with him,” I whispered to myself.

I sighed and the elevator doors opened revealing those piercing green eyes. I gasped being startled by his perfect appearance. Why must he be so dam hot?

His curly hair was messily flopping down his face. His eyes were an emerald green that made my insides twist and turn with excitement. My eye fall upon his lips and notice how plumped and pink they looked. I tongue gracefully brushed along his bottom lip and my heart began to pound in my chest. I wasn't sure why all of a sudden every feature on him was more noticeable than ever before, but what I was sure about was that I was feeling like I wanted to pass out. He looked to dam hot right now and I couldn't take it.

“Come on,” he said motioning for me to step out of the elevator.

“Where are we?” I asked finally being able to speak and move my feet to follow him.

He turned around walking backwards and his eyes met mine making me look down at my feet shyly. I then quickly looked back up at him impressed that he was walking backwards without actually crashing into anything.

“I live here,” he smirked and then turned back around.

“What? What about Louis,” I asked.

I knew that Louis and him were like brothers. They lived together and were in the same band together and they are best friends, so I am surprised to hear that he lives here without Louis.

“He and Eleanor are pretty serious. It get's sort of annoying to hear them constantly talk about how much they love each other. They need their privacy and so do I. It was a logic decision.”

We reached the end of the hall to his door and he punched in a code on a key pad that was located where a door knob should be and it made a peeping noise before the door opening automatically. I looked down the hall and noticed that his door was the only door with a key pad on it. As I entered the massive apartment I realized why the need for the key pad. Everything looked so fancy. We walked right into what I guessed was his living room. There was a large floor to ceiling window that had a beautiful view of the city of London.

There was a dining table by the window and I can imagine the most romantic dinner there looking out at the beautiful city. The whole apartment was decorated with fancy furniture and the color scheme seemed to fit Harry very well. They were all shades of grays, blacks, and whites.

“You like,” Harry asked.

I turned to look at him and noticed he was holding out a beer so that I could take it. I looked down at the beer then back at him debating whether I should take it. I sighed and decided to take the beer. I wasn't much of a beer girl, but when Harry Styles was offering a girl a beer, well there was no way a girl could deny.

“Yeah it's very modern and fancy,” I said.

He laughed then took my hand in his I hesitated at first but for some reason I was growing more comfortable with him. He pulled me towards him indicating for me to fallow him. On the far left side of the living area their was a staircase and I followed him up.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“Why does every girl ask that question? I mean do you think I am going to take you to a dark room and rape you? If I wanted to rape you I would have done it already,” he joked.

I giggled, “No that was not at all what I was thinking. I was just curious about where we are heading.”

“Oh. Well we are going here,” he said when we reached the top of the stairs.

“To a hall way?” I asked.

There was a hallway that spread down from left to right. I could see various door and wondered why he would want to live in the big apartment all by himself and what does he want with all of these rooms.

“No,” he said, “this way.”

He turned to the right of the hallway and we reached the very end of it where there was a glass door that had a sign that read 'Pool.'

“You have an indoor pool?” I asked.

“I do,” he smirked.

We entered the room and there it was. It was a decent sized pool with beach chairs located along the side of it, but what amazed me the most was the large window with the beautiful view of London. Just like in the living room the floor to ceiling window let in the beautiful sunlight. The view right outside of the window was just breathtaking as the sun went down you can slowly watch as the city lights went on to illuminate the dark night.

“This. Is –”

“Amazing,” he finished my sentence, “You want to swim?”

"Are you serious," I asked.
"Dead serious," he said taking a step closer to me. His hands wrapped around my waist and I was frozen. He pulled me up against him running his hands down my body.
I was come rely frozen in his arms mostly because he was taking me by surprise with his touchiness. He was being so gentle and touching me with so much care. It wasn't like any other time when he would touch me and all I could feel is the lust radiating from him. This was different. It was as if this was actually waning something to him. I looked up at him and his emerald eyes were staring right into my soul. My skin was scorching in goosebumps and my heart was picking up it's pace.
His right hand traveled up my side then he placed it on my cheek. Cupping my face with his hand and starring into my eyes he began to lean forward. My heart was hammering in my chest with anticipation and the desire of wanting his lips on mine was growing as he closed the space between us.
He licked his lips seductively then leaned in closer placing his lips right at the corner of my lips. I was a bit disappointed that he didn't kiss me.
"You seem to be my weakness," he whispered.

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion then looked at him wondering what he was talking about. He smirked then in one swift move he picked me up bridal style making me squeal. He began to make his way towards the pool and the smirk on his face made me realize what he was about to do.
"Harry! No!" I screamed.
He laughed and continued to make his way towards the pool stopping right at the wedge if it.

"I can either throw you in there with all of you clothes or I can put
You down and you can strip down and get in with me." He said.
"I don't have a swim suite," I said as if that was a good enough excuse.
He smirked revealing his adoring dimples, "your underwear will do."
"Fine," I rolled my eyes, " put me down."

He slowly placed me down on the ground and his hands were placed around my waist. He was pulling me up close to his chest. His eyes were staring into mine and he was biting down onto his bottom lip. I was fighting the urge to kiss him especially the way he was acting. He was being playful and caring and I liked this side of him.

“Harry I need you to let go of me so that I can undress now,” I whispered and he let me free.

I took a step back and bit down on my bottom lip as I began to tease him by slowly removing my shirt. I pulled it over my head and threw it at him. He laughed and my heart warmed up at the sound of his laugh. I smiled feeling so warm inside and then kicked off my my shoes to the side. I began to undo the button in my jeans and seductively began to shimmy out of them. I was surprised that I actually managed to gracefully step out of them with out making a fool out of myself.

I threw my jeans at him and then stepped into the pool. The water was cold at first but the more I submerged into it my body became comfortable with it. Dipping my head in I swam across the pool. When I reached the other side and stuck my head out I turned to look back at where Harry was last standing only to find that he wasn't there anymore.

“Harry,” I called worried that maybe this was some type of trick.

Then out of the blue I heard him yell from behind me making me turn. He was flying over my head and jumping into the water. I squealed as the water splashed all over me the chlorine making my eyes burn.

As he emerged from the water his wet curls covered his face making me laugh at the sight.

“What are you laughing at,” he asked pulling his wet hair back.

“You,” I said, “you need a hair cut.”

He chuckled moving towards me and I moved back only to be stopped by the wall of the pool. He put his arms on either side of me and my heart was racing once more. His body was pressed up against me and even in the water it felt good to feel this close to him.

He leaned in to kiss me and I smirked biting down on my lip. Then taking in a deep breathe I sunk down into the water and swam around him.

“You are such a tease,” he said as I appeared from underneath the water.

“Me? No I am not,” I sarcastically said to him.

He shook his head then swam towards me. His perfect muscles contracting and moving as he moved across the water. He looked absolutely stunning and I wondered how he can make swimming look so erotic.

I was so distracted by his appearance that I hadn't even noticed when he finally reached me. He placed an arm around my bare waist then pulled me in closer to him. Holding me there in place against his chest; I could feel the beating of his heart. He caressed my cheek with his other hand making me close my eyes and enjoy his caring touch. This all felt so different from our other moments we've had and it was as if my heart knew it as well because it was pounding erratically.

I opened my eyes and spoke, “What are you doing to me?”

He looked at me a bit confused then answered, “I was about to ask you the same question.”

Now I was the one looking confused.

His lips then met mine feeling so comfortable. It was as if his lips were meant to be molded with mine. My insides were twisting and turning making me feel warm and comfy. It all felt so right. It felt like this was where I belonged. Here in his arms having his lips on mine and his hands roam my body.

But then I remember that I was probably feeling more than what he will ever feel for me.

I pulled away from the kiss and pushed him away.

“No,” I said and turned away from him and leaned against the wall of the pool resting my arms on the ledge of it.

“What's wrong?” He asked placing a hand on my shoulder; his touch sending shivers down my spine.

“I can't do this Harry. You don't get it,” I said shaking my head.

“Then tell me,” he whispered turning me so that I was facing him again.

“Tell you what? How I think I might be falling for you?!” I yelled.

He didn't speak.

I shook my head and continued as I felt the tears stream down my cheek, “I really like you,” I cried, “and you will never feel the way I feel about you. I can't keep doing this to myself. I can't keep coming back to you knowing that you will never feel the same way about me and that you would never even try to.”

He sighed then cupped my face with his hands. He dried my tears with his thumbs and whispered, “I am willing to try.”

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