Broken

Chapter 4: Back Home

Harry's POV

*FlashBack*

"Harry What the Hell is this?!" Simone yelled out to me, shoving a magazine to the coffee table beside me. I picked it up and on the front of the magazine was a picture of me with my lips locked to a blond bimbo wearing a short sliver dress that barley covers her bum, standing In a club. I barley remember last night, but this picture brings back the memory's of downing the shots and forgetting about everything. 

I look up at Simone, "Oh yeah about that.." as I was about to explain, he interrupts me and yells "Harry I am bloody tired of all of these, your on the cover of every fucking magazine. It;s getting old and i'm tired of it." I didn't exactly know how to respond, even though he was right, I was letting the Party side of my take over I couldn't just let him yell at me. "Well i'm Sorry Simone I don't know what to say, it's who I am now I guess!?" I yelled back at him. His face flushed with anger as he called back to me "No Harry. I know the real you, remember 4 years ago on the X-Factor? Remember when you were 16 and I put you and Zayn and Liam and Louis and Niall in that band? Yeah well I do. I remember the young and respectful Harry. And i want him back." I didn't exactly know what to say so I just sat there quietly. before I could say anything he said "I think you should go back home to Holmes Chapel and clear your mind. Just for the summer." 

*End of FlashBack* 

As I was laying in my familiar bed, in my room that I grew up in a million things were running through my head .. 'What now?' 'Does he expect me to find myself or something?' 'Where am I supposed to go?' I needed to clear my head so i decided to go out for a walk. As I walked I came across a familiar store, the old bakery I used to work in. I entered the shop and as soon as I looked up I saw my old friend James. 

"Harry?" He called out in disbelief.. "Harry Styles is it really you?" A smile replacing the curious look on his face. 

"The one and only!" I called back, enveloping him in a short, manly hug.

"Mate, what brings you back to Holmes Chapel?" He questioned me. I didn't really want to say 'Oh yea the fame was getting to my head so I slept with a bunch of bimbos and almost ended my career' So i decided to stick with a simple

"I missed mum and Gemma" He studied my face, as if he was looking to see any trace of truth in my eyes. But before he could question further the sound of the front door bells went off and I turned my head to see who was there.

There stood the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.