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?


9. Scars pt.2


Harry wrapped his arms around me.

“No! I have to get to them! It’s my fault!” I clawed at his arms and face but he just knelt down and made me sit with him.  He blocked my view of the scene as I tried to punch and scratch him, but he held my arms down.

“Calm down, Lyrica. It will be fine.” He whispered.

“No!” I screamed, crying. “I need them.” I whimpered. “I can’t lose anyone else. Quarra!” I screamed. “Crow! My god this is my fault!” I clawed at my face.

“Hey! Hey!” Harry yelled, pulling my hands down and using one of his to keep them away from us. He hugged me with his other arm. “It’ll be okay, Lyrica.”

I was reduced to a whimpering, quivering mess by now.

“Harry!” We heard, and footsteps rapidly approached.

“Are you hurt?” We looked up as Niall and Liam appeared.

“We’re fine.” Harry answered as I looked back.

I gasped when I saw their bodies lying on the pavement. “No.”

Harry looked back then and moved himself in front of me, practically engulfing me inside his embrace. “It’s okay, Broken Heart.”

“It’s my fault.” I whimpered.

“Lyrica.” Niall touched my shoulder and I flinched away from him.

“Please don’t touch me!” I retreated farther into Harry and I felt his hold tighten on me.

“It’s okay. The ambulance is on its way.” Harry said.

“I’m cursed.” I said, pulling away from him. “I caused this. The people I love keep dying. My mom… I caused everything.” I sat back, and pulled my knees to my chest, burying my face into them.

“Hey, you aren’t cursed. Don’t think that.” Harry said

Sirens appeared in the distance.

“They’re coming. Everything will be okay.”

I wiped the tears from my face and looked up at the three of them as two ambulances pulled up. I could hear Questa wailing about the energy and her sister and Irie was yelling at the medics.

A paramedic jogged over to us. “Is anyone hurt over here?”

“No. We’re all fine.” Harry said, and pulled me up so I was standing.

“Ow.” I grimaced.

“Ma’m?” he asked

“I’m fine. Just please. Help Quarra and Crow.”

“If you’re hurt I should bring you in.”

“I’m not. It’s just a scar from a long time ago. Just help them, please.”

“Just let us take you to the hospital for a check-up, then.”

I shook my head and clung to Harry.

“Your boyfriend can come too. It’s okay.”

“He’s not-”

“Okay.” Harry said. “Just for a check-up, right, Gemma?” He raised his eyebrows at me. “This is my sister, Gemma.”

“Oh, excuse me. Well, come this way then.”

“We will get a rental car and drive over. I don’t want her to see those two.” Harry nodded toward the street.

“Alright. Drive safely.” He jogged back to the ambulance and they drove off, sirens blaring. Liam and Niall went back to the bus, where Zayn and Louis were waiting, trying to calm Anna.

“Gemma?” I asked Harry.

“My sister. I figured since you lived on the street and you’re only seventeen, you ran away from either your parents or who ever took you in. Therefore you don’t really want to go back to them. It’s better just to not let them know who you really are.”

“Oh. That’s good thinking.”

“If they find out who you are, where would you go?”

“Back to the streets.”

“Where would they try to make you go? To your dad? Or somewhere else?”

I sighed. “Probably to my dad.”

“So he’s alive? Why did you leave?”

“No reason. Can we just skip my check-up?”

“What about your leg? Something is wrong.”

“It’s nothing.” I said, hiding my face.

“I’ll make you a deal.” He said. He lifted my chin so I was looking at him. “If you let me look at your leg, just to make sure you’re alright, I won’t make you go get a check-up.”

I shied away from him. “I’ll think about it. Let’s go back to the bus.”

“Okay. Let’s go the long way.”

I nodded and followed him, not looking up, just staring at our feet, walking in sync. His hand rested on my elbow, as if I was an old lady he was helping to cross the street. I pulled away from his grasp and he looked at me, almost hurt.

I took a deep breath and straightened, walking upright, trying to convince both of us that I was okay. I gave a weak smile, and he smiled sympathetically back.

We made it to the bus, and when we went inside we found them all sitting on the couches, Anna crying and the others- not knowing how to comfort her- just sitting around awkwardly.

When we entered, she looked up and her eyes narrowed. “This is your fault! Your fault, you, you bitch! You got them hurt!”

She stood up and rushed at me, but Harry stepped in her path and grabbed her wrists. “Don’t say that.” he growled

“They might die!” she screamed. “They could die and it’s her fault!”

I backed up down the stairs, my breath becoming shallow. The room was suddenly way too hot to be in right now. I stumbled down the stairs and outside, falling on the cement.

“Broken Heart?” Harry called, but his voice was far away.

I gasped for breath but I couldn’t seem to get enough.

“Broken Heart!” I could feel Harry’s hands on me but it felt like another world.

“In-inhaler.” I reached out my hand and grasped at the air.

“Her inhaler!” He yelled into the bus. “It’s in her bunk! Get it, hurry!”

I tried to breathe but it was getting even harder.

“Hold on. They’re hurrying.” He rubbed my back soothingly, but I could hardly feel it.

Finally my inhaler was shoved into my hand and brought to my mouth, I took a deep breath and I could finally breathe again.

Harry continued to rub my back as I took several deep breaths to rejuvenate my oxygen supply.

“I just want to go see Quarra and Crow.”

“Okay.” He stood and took my arm, lifting me gingerly. “I’ll call the rental place.”

“Let’s just walk there. I don’t want to stay here.” I looked back inside and found Anna just staring at me.

I turned away. “Let’s go.”

“I don’t even know where the nearest rental place is.” Harry said, catching up to me.

“Well let’s look for it. Or we can look for the hospital.”

The parking lot we were on was backed by the national forest, but was fronted by the city. As we walked down one of the main roads, we got a couple stares. A couple girls ran up to Harry, and took pictures with him. After about the first four times that happened I just started to keep walking instead of waiting.

“Ly-Lyrica?” a voice asked.

I looked behind me and found a girl there, maybe twelve years old. Her black hair was in a braid down the side of her head and she had black, thick-rimmed glasses.

“Oh my gosh. It is you. Can I take a picture with you?”

I was surprised. Not many people actually knew who I was, and no one asked to take pictures with me.

“Uh, yeah.” I said.

“Great.” She took out her phone and I posed next to her, thinking how strange it felt yet loving it. I felt important.

“Thank you so much.” The girl said.

“Thank you. I’ve gotta go. I’m in a hurry, but see you around.” I turned to go but turned back quickly. “Hey, do you know where the hospital is?”

“Why? Are you hurt?” she asked, worried.

“No. Not me. But some of my friends are there.”

“Oh. Well go seven blocks down this street, take a left and go three that way. Turn right and you will see it.”

“Thank you.” I waved and kept walking. Sven blocks. Left. Then three. Right.

“Hey.” Harry said, catching up. “I see you had a follower as well.”

I shrugged. “Yeah. It was kind of cool. That’s actually never happened to me before.”

I looked up at him and he had a smile on his face, a real, genuine smile. “Well congrats, Broken Heart.”

“She told me how to get to the hospital.”

“Or we could get a taxi.”

I looked around, not seeing any yellow taxis around. “Uh, where?”

“The taxis are white in Portland. There’s one.” He waved at the street corner and a white and blue car pulled up.

He climbed in and I followed, sitting in the tiny, two-person backseat. “The hospital. The one closest to here.” Harry told the driver.

“Of course.” Said the man in the front seat. “Aren’t you that band member?”

“Yeah.” Harry said. “From One Direction.”

“What? Not you. The girl.”

I looked up. “What?”

“You’re from that band. The good-luck charm.”

“Oh. Uh, yeah. Gossamer’s Talisman.”

“Yeah. My daughter loves you.”

I couldn’t believe it. “Really?”


“I didn’t think anyone actually like me. It’s the other girls. Quarra, and Irie. Even Questa; everyone likes them, not me. I’m just their singer.”

Harry put a hand on my leg, and the urge to pull away prevailed. I bit my lip and didn’t look at him, but I saw his hand come to rest in his own lap.

“Nah. My daughter thinks you’re the best.”

“Aww. That’s sweet.”

“Could you sign this for her? Here’s a pen.” He handed back a napkin and a pen.

“Of course. By any chance does she like One Direction as well?”

The man started laughing. “More like she wants to punch them all in their pretty faces.”

My eyes went wide and I looked over at Harry, trying to contain a laugh. He grinned and shrugged, but turned to look out the window. He had been hurt more than he had let on.

I wrote a short note on the napkin and signed it, handing it back to the driver.

He pulled up in front of the hospital. “Here you guys go.”

As Harry pulled out some cash to pay him, I jumped out of the taxi and ran up the front stairs into the doors of the hospital. Harry followed me in as I approached the front desk.

“I’m looking for two people. Quarra Casanova and…” I looked back at Harry. “I have no idea what Crow’s real name is.”

“You are looking for Quarra Casanova and the man that came in with her? Mr.” she searched through some papers. “Ah. Mr. Christopher Rankin.”

“Yes, we’re friends of theirs. Are they okay?”

“Miss Casanova is in surgery right now and Mr. Rankin is asleep. He should make a full recovery. We aren’t sure about the girl though. Time will tell.”

“What room is Cr- I mean, Mr. Rankin in?” I asked

“Room 231. It’s on the second floor.”

“Thank you.”

Harry and I rushed to the elevators, impatiently waiting for the metal sliding doors to open. When they took too long, Harry took my hand and we ran up the stairwell. I stopped at the top, grabbing my leg. “Ow, ow, ow.”

“Oh! Are you okay? You never let me check your leg. Now we have to get you a check-up.” He smirked.

I shook my head and straightened. “I’m fine. Let’s go see Crow.”

He raised an eyebrow, but opened the door for me as we exited the stairwell.

“231 is this way.” Harry said, pointing to a sign. “Here it is.”

He knocked on the door. “Come in!” Came Irie’s voice from inside.

Harry peeked inside and looked around. “Hey. How you doing?”

I followed after him and was shocked to see Crow in bed, attached to a bunch of wires and all bruised up. His leg was in a cast, and raised.

Irie and Questa were both there, and when they saw me, scowls appeared on their faces.

“Uh, hey guys.”

“Well there goes the energy.” Questa grumbled.

“What?” I asked.

“Go away, Lyrica.” She said.

“B-but. Irie?” I looked to Irie. She was the motherly one of all of us. She would understand, wouldn’t she?

Irie looked up at me, and shook her head. “Questa’s right. Maybe you should just go.”

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