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?


4. Jerk

“Come out, Ly. We’re going to a park.” Irie said, ripping open my curtains. “Ugh, and you still have your plate in here.” She grabbed my egg plate off of my bed and left me there.

“Do I have to?” I called out to her.

“Yes! We have another concert tonight and you need to get out of your cave!” she called back.

I sighed, putting my book down, and climbing out of the bunk. The bus was stopped at a small park, deserted except for a cat that was stalking a bird next to the lone swing set.

“I’ll get dressed and be right out.” I said, making my way to the back of the bus. I lifted up the circular bench to dig in the storage compartment underneath. I grabbed my bag, spilling out my clothes all over the floor. “God. Figures.” I started grabbing clothes and shoving them back in.

“Well I see you’re the most organized of the bunch.” Harry’s voice said from behind me.

“I definitely do not need your sass right now.”

He knelt next to me and started picking up clothes. “Why do you have shorts if you never show your legs?”

I snatched them out of his hand. “The girls bought them for me when they picked me up.”

“Picked you up from where?”

I looked at him. “Crap. Crap, crap, crap. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Oh, you mean from the streets.”

“Of course you already know that. You seem to know more about me than I do.”

“Just everything your friends tell me, Little Miss Broken Heart.”

I glared at him. “Yeah, I noticed I picked some pretty crappy friends.”

“Don’t worry. It’s just Anastasia. Quarra seems to trust me about as far as she can throw me and Irie seems to think I should just get out of here before Anastasia tells me everything about everyone. Questa is just a hippie. Is she on drugs?”

I glanced over at him. “No. She just meditates and drinks tea a lot.”

I pulled out a pair of dark blue ripped skinny jeans and a grey long-sleeve shirt that had our band logo on the front; a swirly G with the T being that Egyptian amulet that looks like a cross but the top is a loop. Yeah, that. On the back were the dates of our tour.

I went into the small bathroom and changed, running a brush through my hair. I put it into a messy bun and left the bathroom. I threw my clothes back into the bag, and made my way outside.

Crow was sitting at a picnic table, his nose buried in a book per usual.

Irie, Questa, Quarra, and Anna were sitting on the swings, talking. Harry on the other hand was standing on the top log of the wooden swing-set, above everyone.

Quarra looked up as I met them at the swings. “Hey, you actually look presentable. No more sweats, princess?”

“We have a concert tonight. I figure I might as well dress more appropriately.”

Quarra smiled and patted the swing next to her. “Sit down.”

I took the swing and looked up at Harry. “Is he trying to impress someone?”

She laughed. “If he is, it isn’t really working, and it definitely won’t impress me when he does a faceplant into the sand.”

As she said this, a blur fell from above us, landing right in front of me, nearly landing on my toes.

I thought he had died for a moment, until I realized he had landed on his feet. He slowly straightened as I tried to catch my breath.

“You scared me.” I said, removing my hand from my heart.

“Aww, you were afraid I would get hurt?”

I scoffed. “No. Look how close you are to my toes. You would have broke me.”

He rolled his eyes and sat on the swing next to mine. “I think I’m going to stay for your guys’ concert tonight and then I’ll call Niall. He can break the news to everyone.”

“Good. I’m rather tired of you smirking at me all the time.”

He reached over and shoved me, and when I looked at him he was- you guessed it- smirking. “Uh, excuse you?” I said, shoving him back.

His swing swung sideways away from me, and then it came back. He rammed into me and I went flying out the other way. “Ow!” I protested, rubbing my hip.

He just grinned.

I managed to turn myself so that I hit him with my feet this time, pushing off of him and making us both swing away from eachother. I found myself giggling, and he would laugh, and I realized I was actually having a good time with him.

That was until he purposely reached out, and shoved me backwards out of the swing. I landed on my back in the sand and he started laughing hysterically. I sat up, angry, and the swing hit me in the back of my head. This just made him laugh harder.

I stood up and shoved him backwards off the swing. “Stop being an idiot, you immature brat.”

“What, no bad words?” he asked in a baby voice.

“You are a crappy person.”

“That’s as good as it gets?”

“Poop you, buttface.”

He chuckled, standing up. “Fuck you, asshole.”

I brought my arm back and swung it at his face as hard as I could. I felt the impact, and watched in satisfaction as he stumbled backwards into one of the wooden poles of the swing-set.

I gasped, stepping back and clutching my hand. “Ow! You buttface! Why did you make me punch you? That hurt!”

“That hurt you? I think you broke my nose.” Harry said, wiping some of the blood that ran down his face.

I looked at it. “Oh, you’re fine, you big baby.”

“Lyrica. You just killed the energy.” Questa scolded.

“The energy?” I asked. “He just shoved me out of my swing. He ruined it first. God I can’t wait to get rid of him.” I stormed back to the bus and climbed into my bed cave. I slid my curtain over the opening angrily, getting even more frustrated when I realized I can’t slam a curtain. I sighed, debating whether I could go back and slam the door and hope for the same effect. I decided against it. The moment had been lost already.

I picked up my book and flipped to the page I had been reading. Smoothing out the corner, I once again began reading about Karl’s dilemma: to kill one of the many cats that lived in his house in front of Darla, a therapy girl who happened to be the sluttiest girl in the school, in order to have sex with her.

I sighed. I couldn’t concentrate.

Just then I heard everyone boarding the bus.

“Time to go, darling.” Irie said, popping her head into my cave.

“Alright.”  I smiled. “Hey Irie? Can you make me some food?” I grinned, peeking my head out the curtain.

“Sure thing.” She said. “But let me get your punching bag cleaned up before he bleeds all over.” She raised her eyebrows at me, then pressed a damp cloth to Harry’s face.

I smirked as he grimaced in pain. “He deserved it.” I said, and disappeared back into my cave.

The radio turned on and when the song registered in my head, I grinned.

“Lyrica!” Quarra shouted.

“Quarra!” I peeked my head back out of my curtain.

Quarra yanked my curtain to the side and pulled me out of my bunk. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Irie rolling her eyes and Questa laughing as she danced with Anna.

Quarra dragged me to the back and spun me around as we started singing along to the song.

“I’ve been stopping at green lights.” I yelled

“Got lost on my way home; I’m sleep-walking at night.” Quarra yelled back.

I looked to the front of the bus and found Harry glaring at us, confused, with a bloody rag pressed to his nose. Irie seems to be talking to him, but he didn’t seem to be responding to her.

I glared back at him and went back to singing and dancing with Quarra.

“My friends just laugh at me. There’s only one thing it could be!” I sang and we broke into the chorus. “I’ve come down with love. Got bit by the bug. I’m sick and I feel confused; I know it’s you. I’ve come down with love, I can’t get enough. I won’t break this fever; I need her. I’m bit by the bug. I’ve come down with love!”

We laughed and spun each other around in the back of the bus, the radio blasting as we barreled down the highway, dancing.

“I’ve come down with love!” I sang as the song began to end. “I’ve come down with love.”

Quarra spun me faster than I would have liked as the last line was playing and I felt myself start to fall, but then a pair of arms caught me. I looked up into a pair of emerald green eyes.

“We’ve come down with love.” I sang, breathless.

Harry had two cottonballs sticking out of his nose, and dried blood on his face.

His face screwed up as if he was disgusted and he dropped me, walking away.

“Jerk.” I said.

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