Little Miss Broken Heart

Lyrica has a dark, troubling past that she doesn't want to think about. She lives on the streets, trying to pretend her old life never existed. But one day, everything changes when a group of people just happen to catch wind of her existence and pick her up off the streets. As she tries to move on with her new life, will her old one come back to haunt her?
Harry styles was drugged, kidnapped, and set down one American soil. in his attempt to escape the men who held him hostage he (literally) runs into a girl with white hair, blue eyes, a limp, and a mysterious past she doesn't seem to want anyone to know about. Harry is always up for a challenge. but in his quest to solve the mystery, will he end up shattering Little Miss Broken Heart?


3. Harry

Then I felt pain throughout the whole left side of my body. I couldn’t figure out why I could feel pain, or hear fighting noises, if I was dead. And I was surely dead, wasn’t I?

Suddenly, I was shaken, hard. I opened my eyes and found myself laying on my side on the cement, Irie above me. “Come on, Ly. Let’s get you out of here.” I barely registered Crow taking out the bad guys as Irie basically dragged me along, and back to the bus.

We boarded, Harry and Anna on our heels.

“Ly.” Irie said, making me face her. “Lyrica.” She shook me. “Lyrica, answer me!”

I couldn’t find it in me to respond. I was so out of it. I managed to turn, and stumbled my way to my bed. I pulled the curtain away, and collapsed. “I-I just need to sleep.” I pulled the curtain closed, and my eyes slammed shut.




I was awakened several times while I was sleeping, and each time I was asked if I wanted to eat. I refused each time. Suddenly, light barraged my eyes, and voice sounded right in front of my face.

“Lyrica insert middle and last name here. GET OUT OF BED THIS INSTANT!” Quarra shouted.

My eyes cracked open, and I looked up into her face.

“You haven’t eaten in two days and Harry freaking Styles won’t leave without talking to you! He won’t even let us call the police.”

“I don’t like drunk people.” I said rolling over. “Get him away from me.” A jolt of fear went through my body just thinking of seeing him.

“He isn’t drunk anymore. Plus he tried to save you even when he was drunk, you noob. Now get out here.” She grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me violently out of my bunk. I flopped down on the floor, and sat there, then looked around.

Irie, Anna, Questa, and Harry were sitting on the couches, looking worriedly at me.

“Uh, Ly? Are you okay? Are you hungry?” Irie asked, holding out a Snickers bar.

Now Snickers is my favorite thing in the world, but today, I just felt awful. I made a face. “Nah. I don’t feel very good.”

Harry leaned forward, and looked like he wanted to say something.

I raised my eyebrow. “Yes, Your Highness?” I asked sarcastically.

He copied my eyebrow with his own, and smirked. “I was just wondering how healthy it is to sleep for two days straight, Peasant.”

I flipped him the bird, and stood up, brushing myself off. “So, what did you guys do the last few days? And why is he still here? Aren’t you missing, Child?” I asked Harry.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay, Child. You were limping the other night. Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.”I looked down at my feet, angry that he had noticed.

“Lyrica has limped for the whole time that we’ve known her.” Anna said. “She won’t tell us why, and she won’t wear anything other than jeans or long skirts that cover her legs. I assume she has a scar that she isn’t showing us.”

I whipped my head up and glared fiercely at her. She just smiled at me.

“Oh. So she’s a cripple.” Harry said, thoughtfully.

“Oh knock it off.” I snapped. “What does it matter to you anyway? You’ll go back to your cute little boyband soon anyway. It isn’t like you care.”

“Whoa, calm down, Ly. We were only playing.” Anna said, holding her hands up.

“Why in hell would you just tell some random stranger that I have an injury? Are you insane?”

“He isn’t a stranger. He’s Harry Styles.” Anna said, stressing the last two words.

“We don’t even know his middle name!”

“It’s Edward.” She said. “Duh.”

 Harry said. “It’s alright, really. I won’t tell anyone.” A smirk played on his face. “If you do what I say.”

I glared at him and gave him the finger for the second time that morning. “I’m going back to bed.”

“Wait!” Irie jumped up and grabbed my arm. “You’re going to eat. Now sit down while I fix you something.” She sat me down on the couch right next to Harry.

I glared at him and he smirked at me. “Hey, when are we getting rid of Sir Smirks-a-lot? I’m about to punch him in the face.”

“Lyrica.” Questa chastised. “Your aura is cloudy. Brighten it up, or you will affect the energy.”

I glanced over at her and raised my eyebrows. “The energy. Of course. I can’t affect the energy.”

“So what is wrong with your leg?” Harry asked, reaching across me and trying to grab my leg.

I slapped him on the back of the head, making him face-plant into my left thigh. “Die, you perv.”

“Aww, come on. I’m curious.” He said, smiling. I swear he had dimples a mile deep. It was almost cute.

“Yeah well so are the rest of us, Harry.” Quarra said. “And if we haven’t got her to spill then I can bet you won’t either.”

“Oh, I’ll make her talk. One way or another.” He said, leaning into me.

“Back off, Creep. Where are your little friendlies? I’d like to get rid of you as soon as possible.”

“They will fly over here as soon as we call them. No one has been notified yet.”

“What the hell were you doing over here anyway? Wanted to get drunk and do drugs on American turf?”

Suddenly, his eyes darkened and he looked at the ground. “Not exactly. I was drugged, and kidnapped. It was pretty bad.”

“What happened?” I asked. I was a little concerned. His stories reminded me of something in my past, but I had hidden it away long ago.

“Not much.” He said, straightening. “Why do you care so much?” he asked, his tone rude.

“I don’t.” I said, backing off, feeling a little like I had been slapped in the face. “I don’t give a poop what happens to a punk like you.”

“Now children.” Irie said, setting a plate of eggs down on my lap. “Stop fighting or I’m making my uncle turn this bus around.”

“But Mommy.” Harry complained. “That one called me a punk.”

Irie patted him on the head, and ruffled his mop of curls.

I stabbed an egg with my fork and stuck it in my mouth, accidentally stabbing my tongue. “Ow!” I complained.

Harry and the others started laughing at me. I stood, taking my eggs with me. “I’m going back to my cave, where I don’t have to deal with a bunch of poop-heads.” I said, limping my way back to my bunk.

I climbed in a picked up my book to resume reading.

“Why are you being an asshole to her, Harry?” I heard Quarra ask, her voice lowered.

“I don’t want to.” I heard him say. “But I have to.”


“Because, I can’t fall for someone like her. I refuse to.”

Yeah, Harry? Well poop you.

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