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.


9. Chapter 8

Chapter 8 I was packing my last box of my stuff when I noticed something underneath my desk. I walked over to it and realized it was a magazine. There was a picture of Harry along with the rest of the boys in the front cover. I laughed thinking about how I actually knew these boys. The memory of Harry and I arguing back and forth popped back in my head. I hated him. I still do. I still can't believe how rude he is. I almost forgot about how he went to my mother's funeral apologized then insulted me. I can't believe I ever had a crush on him. “Honey are you ready? We have to get to our flight,” my dad said walking into my room. “Yeah I'm ready,” I said tossing the magazine in the trash bin. I zipped up my suite case and the box that I was packing then walked out trying to carry them both. “Here let me help you,” my father said taking the box from my hands. “When will our stuff arrive at the new house?” I asked. We sold most of the furniture and the rest our stuff was going to be shipped to the new house. The only things that I was taking on the plane with me was this suite case full of clothes and my essentials. “It should arrive in a couple days. No longer than a week,” he said. “Alright,” I said. I was excited to be moving to London. Ella was sad about it when I told her, but she assured me that I would love it. She went there a couple of times to visit Zayn and she fell in love with it. I on the other hand have never even traveled anywhere but the mini market down the street. Moving to London could be the best thing that has ever happened to me. It is my chance to start over away from all these bad memories. I will get on that plane not looking back at this city. * * * * * * “Nicky we are here,” I heard my father's voice. I opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings. I was still on the plane only everyone was gone. Martha was grabbing her purse and she started making her way towards the exit of the plane. I got up and started making my way out of the plane. As we made our way out of the terminal we noticed it was really crowded. There was a lot of girls out and security started to come out. I noticed a lot of people with camera's and it wasn't until we got closer to them when I realized that it was paparazzi. All the girls began to scream and go crazy I wondered what was going on? “What is all this?” My father asked. “I have no idea,” I said. I followed the girls' gaze and they stared at something behind me. I turned around only to find the person I hated the most standing behind me along with his band mates. I stared at them as they made their way out of the terminal. I have been too busy trying to keep myself from not falling apart after my mother's death that I haven't really been keeping up with what is going on in the world. Harry was wearing a hoodie and had his earphones on. He still looked sad if not even sadder. Liam caught my stare and made eye contact with me. “Nicky!” He yelled surprised. The rest of the boys looked my way and looking as surprised as Liam did. My eyes moved from them to Harry. He had a confused look on his face and he took down his hoodie and earphones. The boys started walking towards me quickly and Harry stayed behind looking confused. I couldn't help, but feel sorry for him. I knew that he was feeling heartbroken and I was probably the only one that noticed that he was still in love with Monica. I could still see it in his eyes. That pain he holds on to is eating him alive and he doesn't realize it. “What are you doing here?” The boys asked breaking me from my thoughts. “Um, my dad got a job transfer here, so yeah I live here now,” I spoke softly. “That is so great,” Liam said. “Ella told me you were moving to London, but I didn't know it was so soon,” Zayn said. “Uh yeah we were going to move until next month, but there was some changes.” I said. My eyes moved back to Harry who was making his way towards us. I felt my heart beating faster and I began to grow nervous. My last encounter with Harry didn't go so well and every time we see each other we end up insulting each other. I wasn't sure if I would be able to handle anything he said to me right now. “Nicky you know these guys,” my father asked. “Yeah they are a famous band and uh Zayn is dating one of my best friends,” I said. “Well it is nice to meet you all, but I don't think we are allowed to stand here. I mean I don't think security can hold back these girls any longer,” and just as my dad said that a couple of security guys came towards the boys asking them to please move along. Harry stood there with the boys saying absolutely nothing to me. He just stared at me with those...those green eyes. An instant memory of my mother's green eyes flashed through my mind taking my breathe away. I felt like I had been punch right in the stomach. I was at the verge of tears. My mother had green eyes just like his and the memory of her eyes made my heart ache. I watched as the expression on Harry's face changed from anger and confusion into curiosity as security pulled them away. It wasn't until my father spoke that I realized that I was actually crying now. “Nicollette? Are you alright?” He asked. “Y-yea,” my voice was hoarse, “i just...I miss mom.” He pulled me close to him and said, “I know.” We then started making our way out of the airport and into a cab. I sat in cab looking out the window. I wasn't paying any attention to where we were heading. All I saw was the lights and buildings pass by but my mind was somewhere else. His eyes were the exact color of my mother's eyes. I had never noticed that they were the same emerald shade of green. Looking into his eyes brought back those memories of my mother that I wanted to push away. Why did I have to look at him? This made me hate him even more. I so badly wanted to forget the pain that I went through as I watched my mother's eyes close up. Now, the pain was back and it was all because of him. Harry's POV “Wow that is amazing isn't it. Nicky will be living here in England. We should really invite her to go out with us sometime. We can show her around,” Liam said. They all seemed to be really excited about having her live here, but I really could careless. I was really confused when I saw her there at the airport. She was the last person I thought I would ever bump into here. When I walked towards her to find out what the hell she was doing here; I noticed she got a little nervous. Then as her eyes met mine I watched a flash of pain cross her eyes. She began to cry and I couldn't help, but wonder why. None of the boys notice the tears escape her eyes because security was escorting us out, but as I turned back to look at her I saw as the tears began to flow out of her eyes. “Harry,” Zayn called breaking me from my thoughts. “I said it's a shame you don't want anything to do with her because I would give anything to have Ella move here. See if you would date Nicky you wouldn't be struggling as much as Ella and I do,” I rolled my eyes then answered, “Then just dump Ella and get with Nicky yourself.” They all began to yell at me and telling me once again that I was being an ares, but I just rolled my eyes and place my earbuds back in my ears turning up the music so that I wouldn't hear them. I closed my eyes resting my head against the window and tried to rest a bit. All that flowed through my head were those thoughts of Nicky. Everything seemed to revolve around her lately and I wasn't sure why. Every time they would mention her and the idea of her and being together; I would get this feeling of rage build up inside of me. There was no way I was going to go back to being that guy that is willing to put his feelings out there just to be made a fool of. Everyone insisting on the idea of me going back to being that Harry I was before pisses me off and the fact that Nicky actually makes me feel a tiny bit of interest on her makes me mad. I say I don't care and part of me doesn't care about her, but the other part wants to know a bit more of her. Why was she crying at the airport? Why does she look at me the way she does? The way she looks at me is different from the way everyone else looks at me. Everyone looks at me as if I was a lost cause and some times I think that I am a lost cause. I don't want to be the person I was before, but when I look at Nicky I feel a little part of the old me trying to come back. I think that is the reason why I hate her the most. She makes me want to get to know her, when all I want to do is get away from her.

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