Shattered (Harry Styles FanFiction)

Francesca is Harry's number one fan. Being a host of his own show, he's got all the charms and smiles, and it seems Francesca has fallen completely under his spell. But what lies behind those smiles and cheesy quotes of some random movies, is a dark trait that has been covered up behind those seemingly innocent emerald eyes. Can Francesca be strong enough or will her knees buckle up and make her leave Harry's life -- for good?


3. Shattered III

Chapter 3:



So after dinner, I wash the dishes alone in the kitchen. Mom and Anne had retired to the living room for more gossip and things like that. I sighed as I place the clean plates on the plate rack. 

"Hey."Someone whispered. I gasped as the dirty plate slipped from my hand to the floor. Oh no oh no oh no.

"CESSA? IS THAT A BROKEN PLATE I HEAR?" I hear Mom shrieked. "No, Mom, it's just the neighbor!" I replied. I held in my breath as Harry and I exchanged looks. When we hear my Mom continue her talking and gossiping, we let out a relieved sigh. 

"Don't you ever do that again, god damn it." I said. Kneeling down on the floor, I started to pick up the shattered pieces of the plate. Harry left the kitchen.

Wow, thanks a lot for leaving m-

Harry came into the kitchen with a broom. "Give me the shattered pieces. You sweep." he orders. I obeyed him and gave him the shards; our hands touching. I took a glance at our hands swiftly touching and felt shocked at how big his hands were compared to mine.


When we were done cleaning the kitchen --and wash the dishes-- we went out to the back porch and sat on the floor with the wall against our backs. It was a cold night and I was glad I had my sweater on over my dress. I hugged my legs to my chest and stare up at the sky from the porch.

"I'm sorry for shocking you twice in a day. Didn't know you were that jumpy." he said in a quiet monotone. I laughed. "No, it's alright. It's not your fault i'm jumpy." I said.

We sat in silence after that. "Hey, pass me a cigarette." I said. Harry lighted one and hands me it.

I take a long drag from it. "So, are you going to college next year?" he asked. I sighed. "Yeah I guess." 


"At my hometown, Italy."


"You like to ask a lot of questions do you?"

"There's a reason I have my own talk show." he winked.

"Well, if I go there, I can be closer to my sick Nonna. It's been years since I had visited her and we have only just found out through a phone call at the start of the year." I explained.

"Oh um, she's- she's uh-" he stuttered. I know what he wanted to ask and he's fighting against himself to shut up.


"I'm sorry." he sadly said. Silence overtook us again.

But it's alright, because being silent with him there made me feel like i've not only just met him again tonight, but it's almost like we've been in contact for a long time.

The back door suddenly opened and I panic as I try to throw the cigarette away. Mom glared down at me. Oh no.

"Harry, your Mom is waiting for you up front." she ordered. Harry quickly stood up and mumbled an apology to me. I gave him a small smile as I stand to face my mother.

When Harry left, my Mom crossed her arms and looked at me with a hurt look. "You smoke?" her voice broke. 

"I'm sorry!" 

"Sorry?! You're sorry? I'm SORRY for you!"


"Do you want to end up like Nonna?! Sick and stranded in the hospital and waiting for her death-"

"She's not dying. Not yet!" I shrieked; tears already spilling out of my eye sockets. I slid down to the floor and hugged my legs as I sobbed. 

"I won't let her." I chant over and over again.

"And I won't let you." Mom said as she pulls me back up harshly. We stare at each other and she suddenly hugs me. 

"Never. Not until I die first." she promised to herself. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

Because i'm not going to stop. I just can't.




I lie down on my bed that night awake until 2.00 am in the morning. Mainly because of all the things that had happened today. I think about the reason I even started to smoke but I throw the thought away. 

I have to sleep. I have to.




I wake up to the sound of something knocking on my window. I sit up and rubbed my eyes. I glanced at the clock. It's only just 4.00 am. I've only had two hours of sleep. 

What the hell is knocking on my window at this ungodly hour? My thoughts raced.

"Damn it, Cessa. It's nothing." I mumbled to myself. My brain is just ugh at this time of night.

I walked slowly to the window and peeked out of the curtain to see Harry trying to hold on to the window. "Oh my God, Harry." I said and opened the window. "What the hell Harry?" 

"Help me up, will you?" 

I take his arm and drag him up into my room. "What are you doing here? Why are you even here in the first place? How did you climb up to my room?" I shot questions at him. Harry had went to sit on the foot of the bed; massaging his hands. 

"Ah. So many questions and it takes an eternity to answer each."

"So answer them. I'd like to see how I look like when i've grown a beard by the time you've finished."

He laughs. I like how his eyes crinkle when he laughs and his pearly teeth completely shown in his wide smile. And his dimples. God, his dimples are the best.

"I came here to cheer you up. That's all." he shrugged.

"With what? Your bad "wise" words?" I laughed as I sat down on the floor with my back against the foot of the bed.

"Well yeah." he faked hurt and put a hand over his heart as he sits down next to me.

"Thanks by the way." I said. "You're most welcome, m'lady." he winks. I looked away and closed my eyes and start to hum to hide the fact that I was blushing. Don't freaking blush. Bloody hell.

"Why did you start smoking?" he asked. I stared down at the floor and kept quiet. "It's not something I like to tell people about." 

"Well, i'm not one of the people. I'm a person." he reasoned.

"That's quite a good reason but still, no." I said. Harry was quiet then. 

I felt guilty. "I'm sorry. I just have trust issues since what my Dad did to us." I said. Suddenly we heard the creak of the stairs and the sound of Mom mumbling under her breath. 

"My Mom!" I whispered. We stand and try to find a place for Harry to hide. Harry opens the window and gave me one last smile before jumping out the window. I gasped.

But I had no choice but to get back into the bed. I throw the blanket over me and made my body move in sync like I was sleeping. I hear the door open.

"Cessy? Are you up?" 

Breath in. Breath out. In. Out.

I can't stop thinking about Harry. What if he broke his leg?

"Goodnight, Cessy. I love you." 

I hear the door close and tried to stay in my bed for a few more minutes before hearing Mom close her bedroom door. 

I get out of bed, out of the room and tiptoed down the hallway and went downstairs. My heart is racing uncontrollably as I dash out of the house quietly. I went to the side of the house and saw Harry on the ground. He's so still. 

My breath hitched as I jog towards him. When I've gotten to him, I kneel down and cried. "No no no, Harry, please wake up." 

"Don't die on me please." I whispered and put my head on his still chest. "I don't want to lose you again." I was already giving up. Harry's dead.

He's dead..








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