One Direction One Shots

#4: Harry- Broken

Broken. That’s all I feel inside. Shattered. Smashed. Splintered. Crushed. Destroyed. Broken.

I knew she was trouble when I first saw her. The way she dressed, the way she acted, even the way she walked spelled trouble. I knew she would hurt me in the end, break me like she did everyone else. I think she gets a kick out of knowing she had us all wrapped around her finger, only to crush us when we were at our weakest.

It all started with a glance. Little did I know that one small glance would change my life forever. When I first saw her, it was like the whole world stopped, and it was just me and her.

I know it sounds cheesy, but that’s how it felt.

Our eyes met, and I knew I had to talk to her. I slowly got up, our eyes still locked. As I made my way over, I planned my approach. All of that planning went out the window as soon as I was standing in front of her.

“I…I…uh…me….harry” I managed to stutter out. She snickered, brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“Harry? Harry Styles? Flirt and charmer extraordinaire?” she said with a wink.

“The one and only, and who do I owe the pleasure too” I say cheekily, moving closer to her.

“Veronica. Veronica Maine.”

“You didn’t tell me I was in the presence of royalty! Veronica Maine, bad girl, heartbreaker and rebel. Everyone knows your name” I flirt with her.

“I have that rep for a reason, now step back pretty boy” She says, pushing me back.

That was our first conversation. Somehow, I charmed her enough to get her number. The next time we saw each other was at a club.

We drank, we talked, and we danced. That was the start of our whirlwind relationship. I knew her rep, but that only made me want her more.

I wanted to be the one to tame the tiger.

We dated for 10 and a half months, a new record for her. Those months were filled with ups and downs. The ups were great, but spread out and few. When we had downs, they were horrible. Screaming, swearing, throwing objects, saying things we didn’t mean, but inside we knew they were true. They started over the littlest things, then spiraled out of control. Every single thing we hated about each other were screamed, and it was a contest, who could make the other feel worse. It always ended in one of us running out of the house, getting drunk, and staying at a friends until one of us finally apologized.

We were both stubborn, so sometimes we spent weeks apart, fuming behind closed doors. When we finally did make up though, it was amazing. We were the perfect couple. Doing romantic things, never fighting, just spending time with each other and loving every minute of it.

Little did I know that Veronica had a plan for me. I was known as the flirt, and she wanted to break me. As the months went on, the highs weren’t so high anymore, and the lows seemed to go on forever. It all lead up to the final fight.

A showdown, heartbreaker versus heartbreaker, who would crack first? It was worse than all the other fights combined. That was when I found out she was cheating. Not only with one guy, but over the course of our relationship, at least 8 guys were used, just like I was.

“I only dated you because I wanted to hurt you. You were that flirt that had all the girls, and even the boys drooling over you. You were the one everyone wanted to be, be friends with or date. That should have been me! I deserve to be loved. Not. You. I never loved you. Everything I said was a lie. I’m glad I cheated. We are done Harry. There’s nothing here for us, and there never was for me.”

These were her last words to me, before she ran off with some guy. Her bags were packed, waiting outside the door. I stood there, stunned, as she ran out the door, hair flying as a black car pulls up. She throws her bags in and jumps in the passenger seat, and they speed off, taking my heart with them.

Those words broke my heart. Hearing her say there was nothing for her broke me.

She wins.

I’m shattered. I think back to all the times we spent together, being romantic. We would go to carnivals together, go for romantic dates, and just lay in bed holding each other, looking into each other’s eyes.

I loved her so much. Who am I kidding? I love her still. I always will.

She will always be my one and only, even after what she did. I hate her, but I can’t stop loving her. Her eyes and the way they mischievously sparkle when she got an idea, the way her hair lit up in the sunlight, and her voice, flowing and silky, telling me she loved me.

Now all that is gone. I knew she was trouble, yet I still played the game. Look where that got me. Now I’m broken. Shattered. Smashed. Splintered. Crushed. Destroyed. Broken,

like a piece of glass.

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