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.


37. Chapter 36

Chapter 36


“Monica,” was all that Harry said.

But it was the way he said her name that made me worry. I watched her flash her flirty smile at him and Harry's eyes sparkled as he flashed her back a smile.

“Nicolette,” Ella yelled catching my attention.

I turned to look at her and welcomed her with a big hug.

“Happy Birthday.” she said.

“Thank you. How did this all happen?”

She smiled excitedly, “Well it was Harry and your dad actually. Harry planned the party and then your dad contacted me and said to gather your closest friends and then next thing you know here we are. Where is Harry anyways?”

“Oh his right,” I turned to point at where he was last standing, but he wasn't there anymore, “i don't know where he went.”

“It's fine i'll greet him later. I want you to come and see what Zayn and I got you for your birthday” She said pulling me away.

I kept searching the room for Harry as Ella pulled me towards a table filled with presents.

“Here,” she said handing me a little box.

I opened up the box and there was a gold heart-shaped locket. I opened the locket and there was a picture of my mother and I on my thirteenth birthday.

“It's beautiful Ella thank you,” I said embracing her in a hug.

“I thought it might be hard to celebrate your birthday without your mom, so I thought maybe now you can carry her with you for every birthday.” She said.

“I love it thank you.” I said.

I kept looking around looking for Harry once more but still couldn't catch him anywhere in the room.

“Are you alright Nicky?” Ella asked.

“Yea im just..why is Monica here?” I asked.

“She is our friend Nicky and she and her boyfriend just broke up so I figured she needed a distraction.” Ella said.

“She is Harry's ex,” I said.

“Yeah I wouldn't really call them exes.”

“Ella,” I said sternly, “You have no idea how in love Harry was with her. He was completely broken when he left LA and I don't think I am comfortable having her with him now that I am dating him. Especially since they both have disappeared all of a sudden.”

“It'll be fine. I'm sure she won't do anything wrong and how do you even know they are together.”

“Because they were together the last time I saw them. I think I am going to go look for them I don't trust her.” I said walking away.

I wasn't to convinced that Monica would do no harm. Just her mere presence does all the harm. I like the Harry that I have now and I don't think I can stand here and watch her destroy him again. What if he falls for her again? What if he is still not over her?

I kept getting interrupted in my search for Harry by all of the guest. I couldn't really complain since they all took the time to be here and spend my birthday with me, but right now the only thing on ym mind was finding Harry. Once I seemed to be done talking to everyone I continued to search for Harry.

I headed towards the kitchen and just before walking in I began to hear voices. It was Harry talking to someone. I was about to walk away because I didn't want to ease drop but something was keeping me from either walking away or walking in.

“Harry I just want to start by apologizing,” Monica said.

She was with him and they were alone in there.

“For what?” Harry asked.

“I never meant to hurt you Harry. I was just confused about my feelings towards you. It wasn't like what happen between us was some evil plan to hurt you or anything.”

“Monica,” Harry said, “It's fine. I understand what you are saying.”

“I don't think you do Harry,” she spoke again.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked I could hear the confusion in his voice.

I opened the door a bit watching them through the crack.

Monica took a step closer towards Harry and he backed away from her leaning on the sink counter.

Monica grinned then took a step closer to him. My heart was racing and I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep watching, but my feet weren't moving anywhere. I just stood there watching her get close to him.

“I still love you,” she said and I could see the confusion on Harry's face or was it excitement?

Monica leaned in placing a kiss on Harry's lips and I watched as Harry kissed her back. That's when my body reacted and I bolted into the kitchen.

Harry and Monica both turned to look at me and all I could feel was this anger and disappointment.

“Nicollette,” was all said.

“How could you,” I said and ran out of there.

I ran past all of the guest in the house with tears in my eyes and headed outside. The limo that Harry rented was still outside so I hopped in and told the driver to drive.

“Where to Miss?” he asked.

“Anywhere away from here.”

I looked out the window as he drove off and watch Harry run out of the house yelling out my name and the tears began to fall out again.

The driver drove around for a while, but he must have gotten tired of listening to my sobbing because he stopped at a gas station. Or maybe we have been driving for a long time and he needed to refuel? I looked out the window and realized we were near the park that Keaton and I came to.

I got off the limo and decided to walk to the park. It was probably not a great idea since it was dark and the last time I walked through there Harry was getting beat up by some drug dealers. I didn't care though. I couldn't think of what was or wasn't a good idea all I wanted was to calm down for a bit and wait until the people at my house all left.

As I walked through the park I could feel the cold chilled air on my bare skin. I didn't get a chance to grab a jacket or anything and it was freezing out. I wrapped my arms hugging my torso trying to warm myself up.

I walked through the park thinking about Harry and what happened. Maybe he was still in love with her too. Maybe he was never in love with me. I sat on a bench at the center of the park trying to calm down and make sense of what is going on. I took in a deep breathe and closed my eyes feeling the cold chill air fill my lungs. I am positive I will get sick sitting out here in the cold.

“Well, well, well,” a voice said causing me to open my eyes, “If it isn't Harry's super hero.”

It was that guy that was beating up Harry the other night. He was standing right in front of me a long with two of his friends. I swallowed nervously and began to stand up to try and get away from them, but he pushed me back down onto the bench.

“Where are you going love?” He asked.

“I have to go my friends are waiting for me.” I lied.

“Oh no. You are not going anywhere sweetie. You are going to help me get back at that jerk Harry for sleeping with my girlfriend and stealing things that are not his.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the bench forcing me to walk. I tried to shake him off of me but his grip was tight and the other two guys were walking near us making sure that I wouldn't run.

“Stop,” I pleaded, “Please let go of me.”

He pulled me against him pressing my body against his, “Shut up you tramp unless you want any scars on that pretty little skin of yours,” he said placing a pocket knife against my cheek.

“The van is this way boss,” one of the men said to him.

He pulled me once more and we followed the a man going towards the van.

“Please let me go. Harry doesn't even care about me. You are just wasting your time with me,” I didn't realize I was crying until I began to speak. I was scared and mad that I was in this mess because of Harry, but as much as I am hating Harry right now I really want to see him.

“Oh no sweetie. You are the perfect payback that Harry deserves.” He said through greeted teeth.

He pushed me into the van and tied my hands behind my back with a rope while one of his minions blind folded me.

“No. please. Let me go,” I pleaded.

“Sorry princess it's nothing personal just business, well maybe it's a little personal,” I heard his musky voice say and then the loud shut of the van door followed.

My heart was racing and I couldn't stop crying. I was scared, cold, and the rope around my wrists was itching and scraping against my skin. I couldn't see where we were going. All I could hear were the random conversations between the men. How could they be talking so calmly? They are kidnapping me and talking to each other as if all of this was just normal.

I wish I could see what was happening or at least see where I was going.

The van stopped. They turned of the engine and then the slamming of two doors followed. I knew they were coming for me and that's when I began to cry again. I could hear their footsteps outside of the van and the muffling of a conversation between men.

The sound of the sliding van door startled me causing me to jolt back and hit my head on something. I wasn't sure what I hit myself on but it was hurting and I knew I would be bruising later.

“Come on princess we are home.” He said pulling me out of the van.

“Kyle what do we do next,” someone asked.

His name is Kyle. I remember now. He must be the so called boss.

“I want you to lock her up in the basement. Tie her up on a chair or something and take a picture. I sure Harry would like a picture of his wonderful girlfriend. He is probably already missing her.” Kyle said and then I felt a pair of hands pulling me causing me to stumble all over the place.

I hope Harry can get me out of here, but I mostly hope that he doesn't get hurt.















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