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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8. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

2 Months later...

Harry's POV

“Harry open the dam door,” there he goes again banging on my door. I slowly stood up from the bed wrapping a blanket around my naked body. When I reached the door I look back to look at the stranger that laid sound asleep in my bed. I forgot what her name was, but it doesn't matter anyways. I wasn't planning on calling her back or anything. I open the door just a little and holding it in place with my foot so that Louis wouldn't be able to open it far enough for him to see this stranger in my bed. Louis had this angry look on his face and I was trying hard not to laugh. It was strange seeing him be angry because he was usually the giddy one in the band. Yeah he was bitchy and sassy, but even then it was still funny. “Mate, you are fucking up. You have to be in the studio in half an hour. Come on,” he said. “Yeah I'll be right out,” I said my voice groggy. “You have another one with you? Don't you?” He asked trying to peak around me. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” I said and tried to close the door. Louis was too fast and he pushed my door wide open stepping in to watch the stranger in my bed. “For god sakes Harry!” He yelled. “Shut up you are going to wake her,” I whispered. He through his hands in the air then spoke, “Look Harry get dressed and get out I'll be in the car and try not to have sex with anyone on your way out the door.” I laughed and said, “Don't worry Eleanor is not my type.” He rolled his eyes and then walked out of my bedroom. Louis and I got an apartment together considering we were the only ones who were single, but then he met Eleanor leaving me to be the only single one of the band. I looked over at the stranger in my bed. I still didn't know who she was. I shrugged it off and began to get dressed. Once I was dressed I grabbed a pen and a paper and wrote down a note for the girl in my bed. At work. Help yourself to anything you'd like to eat. I'll call you. -H. I wasn't sure I even had her number, but it wasn't like I was actually going to call her anyways. I went outside where Eleanor was sitting in the living room having a cup of tea. She looked up at me raising her eyebrows. “Good morning Harry,” she said sweetly, “fun night?” “The funnest,” I said. “You need a girlfriend,” she said. “No I don't. They are too much drama for me,” I said grabbing my jacket that I left on the couch as I walked in last night. I walked out of the house without saying goodbye to her and went in the car with Louis. He didn't speak to me on the way to the studio, but I was used to everyone always being mad at me for the things I do. “Are you really going to ignore me all day,” I finally spoke. “Harry, I just don't know what is wrong with you,” he began. I rolled my eyes and turned my head to look out of the window. “Ever since,” he stopped talking and I turned to look at him. “Ever since what Louis?” I asked knowing exactly what he was going to say. He didn't say anything. He stayed quiet ripping onto the steering wheel. “Ever since Monica? Is that what you were going to say,” I was yelling now, “Well you know what you are right. Ever since Monica I haven't been the same because it hurts Louis. It still hurts! And I would think that you would understand considering you are my best mate. Everyone already gives me crap about it and I don't need you giving me shit too.” He sighed, “I understand Harry, but you don't have to be this way. You are dealing with all of this all wrong and it is going to start effecting the band.” “I would never do anything as drastic to effect the band. You know that,” I said. “Maybe not intentionally, but if you don't start being safe about the girls you bring home, then soon the fans will notice and that will effect the band. Our fans are everything to us. You know that,” he said. I rolled my eyes as he parked the car in the studio's parking lot and quickly stepped out of the car. There was a couple of fans outside not too many, so I took a few pictures and signed a few autographs before going inside.

Nicollette's POV

“Good morning, Nicky.” Martha said as I stepped into the kitchen. “Good morning Martha,” I said walking over to the fridge to grab some milk and cereal. Martha has been really nice to me ever since my mother died. My father and Martha offered me to live with them, since I couldn't keep up with paying the house. I hesitated at first considering that that house was the only thing I had left from my happy memories with my mother and father. The more I thought about the memories; the more the pain in my heart grew. I knew that I would never able to live those happy days again, so now all that the house brought was pain and memories that were nothing more than events in the past. I also didn't want to live all on my own in that house, so I took their offer and moved in with them. Living with them hasn't been so bad. Sometimes I do feel out of place when I watch Martha making dinner and serving it to my father. It is like I was placed in a strangers home. “Good morning honey,” my father said to me. “Good morning,” I said and sat down to eat my cereal. My father sat down and I could feel the atmosphere changing. There was something that they wanted to say to me. I can tell. They were looking at each other trying to urge each other to speak. I watched them awkwardly. Maybe they wanted me to move out. Maybe they changed their mind about me and I was invading their space here. I began to think of where I can go live. I bet Ella would let me move in with her. I watched my father and Martha as they whispered to each other. “Alright can someone tell me what is going on,” I spoke. They both cleared there throats and looked over at me. I looked at Martha who was sweating. I could tell she was nervous. My gazed moved onto my father and he looked at me biting his lip trying to find the right words to say. “Speak dad,” I urged. “Nicky,” he began, “I got a promotion.” Alright that was not what I was expecting. “That's great dad,” I said. “The office is in Englad,” he said. England? What? Oh no here it comes they are leaving me. I better start making some arrangements on where to live now. “Oh,well it's ok. I can just try and find somewhere else to live. I'll start looking today,” I said. My dad's eye brows furrowed and he looked over at his new wife. The both looked a bit confused. “No, Nicky. We want you to come with us. I won't leave you behind Nicollette. You are my daughter.” He said. Part of me was relieved that he was not going to leave me behind, but the other part of me was afraid of moving. I couldn't leave my school. I had to finish studying. “What about my school,” I said. “Part of my promotion is that they offer you a scholarship. They are paying for our whole move over there. It is a great opportunity for both you and me. So I guess what I am saying here is if you would want to move with us?” I wasn't sure what to answer. I had no reason to stay here. I had nothing and I had no one. I wanted to build my relationship with my father and staying here was not going to help. “Yes,” I said, “I'd love to.”

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