Broken

It was something about him. The way he carried himself. I knew who he was. After all he was in the biggest boy band in the world. He could have any girl he wanted. He had them on their knees begging to just look at them. That devilish smirk and those emerald green eyes that seemed to pierce your soul. Those chocolate brown curls that you just wanted to run your fingers through. His tall, lean and muscular frame that towered over most males. All of his tattoos that made no sense to me but to him they held meaning in each curve. The outline of his once existent six pack and the deep indents of his vline. He was more rare and different then any man I had ever laid my eyes on. He was the definition of perfection.

That day I ran into him I instantly knew he would hurt me. Not physically but emotionally and mentally. What I didn't know was the danger he brought with him would turn my world upside down.

This is my story of how Harry Styles broke me beyond repair.