Broken

As a 15 year-old it's hard for Natalie to see her parents fight, but she has gotten used to it, as they fight constantly. Well she thought she had, until her parents ask her to make the most important decision of her life. Natalies whole life has been turned upside down, until she meets Harry Styles. Can Harry help Natalie? Or is she just charity work for Harry?

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2. He's Gentle

Harry's POV

"C'mon boys!" Paul shouted as he pulled us away from the screaming fans. He led us to an entrance into the woods. We had just finished our early evening show, but we weren't able to leave because the fans were in the way. "Alright boys," Paul said as he shoved us into the sea of trees. "We just need to hide out in here for a little bit until the fans leave. Then we should be able to get out of here." We all just nod, tired and wanting to go home already. We silently walk, hoping to find a good place to rest. 

We finally find a good place to stop. We had walked for a good ten minutes. Paul was talking to security guards through his walkie talkie; they were keeping us posted on the situation. It had been an hour now, and fans were still waiting for us. 

"Paul!" Niall complained, "I thought you said we would only have to stay here for a few minutes!"

"Well, that's what I thought, but apparently its getting worse out there!" Paul says. 

"Well, then lets make a fire, its starting to get cold out here" I butted in. We all pitched in, and after five minutes we were sitting around a glowing fire. I finally started to relax, and I felt my eyelids getting heavy. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I heard a loud sob. My head snapped to the direction of the crying. I looked over at the boys and Paul, they were all napping. 'Seriously?' I thought to myself. I couldn't blame them though, it had been such a long day for us. I quietly got out of my chair, and headed towards the noise. As I got closer, I could make out a figure. I continued to get closer trying to be silent. Now I could see her, although she had her back to me. She had her head in her hands, crying. I was trying so hard to be silent, I just wanted to know who the girl was. 'Stupid leaves!' I yelled to myself as they crunched noisily beneath my feet. 

Natalie's POV

I turned my head, to see a tall boy approaching me. He looked oddly familiar. He was very cute I must admit! He had emerald green eyes, and a mop of brown curls on the top of his head.

Harry's POV

The girl turned her head to face me, she was gorgeous. The pretties girl I have ever seen. But she looked so hurt, and that made me feel sad. I don't know why though, I mean, I don't even know her. But I wanted to.

Natalie's POV

He sat down next to me and was silent for a moment before saying, "What's wrong love?" His soft voice spoke. That's the voice. I know this boy. I looked in his eyes, they were full of worry. But why? Maybe he was making an effort to move on, and maybe I should too. But something was holding me back. "Uh...n-nothing" I stammered, looking away. He put his index finger on my chin, directing my gaze his way. He used his thumb to wipe away a tear that had slipped out of my eye. He was gentle, I liked that. 

"You're beautiful, you know." I almost dropped dead when I heard those words come out of his mouth. He couldn't be serious. A boy like him? Though a girl like me, was 'beautiful'? I must be getting Punk'd. "Uh, T-thanks" I say. I knew he wanted me to open up to him. But the real question, was I ready? I sighed, awkwardly a little to loud. "Its my parents." I say looking down. "They fight all the time," I continue to tell him the whole story, and he listens, or at least pretends to. 

"I'm sorry love," Is all he says when I'm finished. I just nodded, my ugly feet becoming very interesting at the moment. We sat in silence for another moment before I said, "I'm sorry to dump this all on you, I don't even know you, I'll just leave now," I said getting up and brushing the dirt off my bum.

"Wait." He says softly. His accent rings through my ears, making me go weak in the knees. He stood up, inching closer to me. "Let's fix that then." He almost whispered as he brushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

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