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?

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5. It's Harry

It was getting dark and we had just arrived at the small concert hall we would be playing at. Anna was just finishing with my makeup as Irie threw some clothes onto my lap.

“Wear these tonight.” She said.

I went to look down at them but Anna held my face up. “Stop moving or I’ll stab you in the eye.”

I waited patiently and when she was done, I went to the bathroom to get dressed. The others just dressed in front of each other; they were all confident with their bodies. I, however, still didn’t want them to see my scar, so I always got dressed in the bathroom.

I pulled on a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans and a plain white tank top. A red and black plaid shirt I left unbuttoned over the top and put on the black chain necklaces on that. I pulled the grey knit beanie on over my head and fixed my hair as I walked out of the bathroom.

Harry stood there, glaring at me. The cotton was out of his nose and he looked fairly normal.

“You aren’t actually going to wear that, are you?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “You look like you’re going on a date in the middle of winter.”

I scoffed. “Oh? And what would you dress me in, Mister Fashion?”

He held out a pile of clothes. “Try this.” He said, and smirked.

I glared at him but took the clothes anyway, heading back into the bathroom.

I unfolded a pair of white skinny jeans with what looked like neon green spider webs printed on them. A black shirt with the number one on it was folded on top of it, made of spandex. A black snapback had the same one printed on it.

After putting it all on and looking in the mirror, I felt satisfied with how I looked and I emerged from the bathroom. Harry was still standing there. He smirked, looking me up and down.

“That’s what I’m talking about. Here.” He handed me a pair of black high-tops. I took them and followed him to the front of the bus.

“Well those aren’t the clothes I gave you.” Irie said. “But I like them.”

“Of course you completely messed up your hair.” Anna complained and she started fixing it and fluffing it as I sat to put the shoes on.

There was a knock on the door of the bus. “Girls, you have twenty minutes until Showtime.” Came Crow’s voice from the other side.

“’Kay! We’ll be there in a minute.” Irie called.

“Okay.” Irie said. “Come on.” She held her hands out and Anna and Quarra stood on either side of her, taking her hands. We formed a circle, and I was dismayed to find that I was standing next to Harry. I really didn’t want to hold his hand; I didn’t even want to touch him.

He took my hand though. It was warm, and surprisingly soft. Irie prayed for us, and when she said amen, we all clapped, accept for Harry, who looked confused.

We piled off the bus, pumped, and slapping each other on the back.

Looking behind us I saw Harry walking alone. “Come on, Pretty Boy. Catch up.” The rest of us were waking in a line, our arms flung over each other’s shoulders. When Harry caught up I flung my arm around his and he put his around my waist.

“All differences disappear before Showtime.” I told him, grinning. “This is a brief period of forgiveness.”

He grinned back at me, and I felt butterflies rise in my stomach. “You guys are weird.”

I shrugged.

A side door on the concert hall was opened and we were ushered through a cement hallway, security guards around us. Some of them glanced at Harry but didn’t question it. I thought that was a little odd, but they had probably heard about him before we got there.

We found ourselves in a large cement room. G0lf carts were parked along the sides and there were cardboard boxes everywhere.

Stairs on one side led up to a large black wooden stage. A drum set was already set up along with microphones and our instruments. We could hear people talking and laughing; a loud hum from the other room.

Quarra sighed. “Jitters.” She said, and started dancing around, shaking her hands.

I laughed. “Shouldn’t you be over the jitters by now? You’ve been doing this for a while, haven’t you?”

“The jitters never go away. This is what you have to look forward to forever.” She said, her eyes wide.

I laughed.

“Darling, just clear your head.” Questa said. “It takes everything away.”

Quarra looked at her sister like she had just puked on her shoes. “Uh yeah. I’ll get right on that.”

Questa laughed.

An opening act was playing, some small town girl from Oregon playing a guitar and singing. Her name was ordinary; Emily, or something, but she had a nice voice.

“Okay guys.” She said. “I gotta go. So give it up for four beautiful girls that have come to you all the way from New York! Here’s Gossamer’s Talisman!” she clapped as she walked off-stage.

“Okay. See you after the show.” Irie said to Harry.

“I’ll watch you guys. Have fun.” He replied.

Irie, Questa, Quarra, and I all walked onstage. The lights were way too bright, a sign of amateur light directors, and the stage was slippery. I took my place at the front microphone and smiled. “Hey guys, how are you doing tonight?”

A roar came up from the audience and I laughed, picking up my guitar and slipping the strap over my head. “So how many of you can sing along to this song? It was the first one we released after I joined, and I actually wrote it.” I grinned as people started yelling out the name of the song. “That’s right guys. Sing along. This is Found.

 

 

 

The concert was pretty much over now.

“Thank you guys so much for being here.” Irie said from the drum set behind me. “Y’all are one of the most energetic towns I’ve ever been to. Thank you so much for being here to support us.”

“That’s from all of us.” Quarra said. “You guys were great.”

“Thank you guys.” I said, and a roar went up. “I can guarantee we’ll be back.” I held up a peace sign as we exited the stage to a huge roar from the crowd.

I nearly tripped coming down the stairs and Harry reached out, then brought his hands back to his sides, shoving them into his pockets. “Good show.” He said to all the girls, but not looking at me.

Well I guess since the show was over our period of forgiveness was over. Well that’s fine.

“Ly, you sounded fantastic tonight.” Crow said, patting me on the back.

“Thank you.” I said, smiling up at him.

He bent down so his face was next to my ear. “And Mister Styles over there had plenty to say about you during the show.” He winked down at me, straightening.

“Uh, good or bad?”

He just grinned and went to talk to Irie.

We made our way out to the bus. “So when are your friends coming to get you?” I asked.

“I’ll call Niall once we get on the road and have him come get me tomorrow. You sure can’t wait to get rid of me, Broken Heart.” Harry said, raising an eyebrow, using the name he had called me earlier.

“Oops, I think I hurt its feelings.” I said, tearing the snapback off my head and throwing it on one of the couches.

I grabbed my black sweats and a grey tank-top off of my bed and went into the bathroom, peeling off my jeans and hopping into the in-bus shower. I washed the glitter out of my hair and scrubbed my face, then hoped back out, drying off with the warm, fluffy towels that were kept in a heater.

After getting dressed I emerged and found everyone gathered in the front. Harry had Irie’s phone to his ear and we could hear ringing on the other side.

“Hello?” asked a masculine voice with an Irish accent.

“Hey, Ni? Its Harry.”

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