Beautifully Broken (harry styles fan fiction)

chapter three

HARRY'S P.O.V~

I was somewhat happy that Victoria had been so stupid to walk to the house, drive us home, and not have anyone to pick her up. She thought of other people so much she forgot to think of herself, and that's what I adored about her.

'Pissed' was an understatement.

Glaring at me with those beautiful blue eyes, she opened the back door of the car, nudging Carolyn.

"Wake up. I have to stay with you guys tonight if that's okay," she said, shifting her weight on her hip.

Carolyn climbed out of the car, yawning, blowing her hair out of her face with deep breaths.

"Yeah that's fine. It's Harry's house," Carolyn muttered at walked up the tiny path way, opening the door.

Victoria followed me inside the door, huddling up from the cold.

"Harry and I will sleep in his bed, you can take the couch," Carolyn said.

Victoria nodded, walking towards the small couch, sitting down awkwardly.

"Don't be ridiculous, Carolyn. She can't sleep on the fucking couch."

I wasn't going to let her lay on that tiny, uncomfortable, hard ass couch. She obviously wanted to go home, and I probably could've driven her there. I was a selfish bastard, though. I wasn't as drunk as I had made out to be. I was in good condition to drive, but I wanted her. I wanted her to stay at my house. How fucking selfish.

Victoria shrugged. "No, that's okay."

I walked towards Carolyn. "Give her some clothes to sleep in. She can take my bed, I'll take the couch. You can take the floor."

Carolyn glared at me with green eyes like mine. "God, you're an asshole."

Carolyn and Victoria went to my room, where Carolyn gave her some night clothes to change into. When Victoria returned, she was wearing a black tank top and some fluffy white pajama pants.

"I'm going to your bed, Harry. I'm so tired," Carolyn yawned, disappearing into my room, shutting the door behind her.

Victoria looked at me quizzically, crossing her arms.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" She asked.

I shrugged. "You are an attractive person."

Victoria rolled her eyes. "I'm pale faced, and I don't have on any makeup. I'm wearing fucking white poofy pants and this tank top is way too big for me."

I tried to hold back my laughter. "Okay. First of all, you don't need makeup. Second of all, did you just use the word poofy?"

She set her jaw. "I don't think that's funny. I was describing what kind of clothes I have on, so please tell me what the hell is so funny about it?"

I chuckled, stepping towards her. "Nothing, love. Nothing is funny about it. I don't know what you're talking about. No one is laughing."

Victoria sighed. "Thank you for your sarcasm. I'm going to go to sleep now, if that's okay with you."

"Does your mom need to know that you aren't coming home tonight? You can call her on my phone," I offered.

"My mom's dead," she dead bolts, looking down at the floor.

"I'm-"

"Harry, don't say you are sorry. You aren't God, you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't decide to take my mother," Victoria said.

She looked as if she had fought against an army and the army had won.

"But I am sorry. I am sorry that you had to be the one to lose her," I replied quietly.

Taking a deep breath, Victoria sat down on the brown leather couch, and I took a seat beside her.

"My mom died when I was eight. She killed herself. I live with her sister, my aunt, Alice," she explained, her throat choking up.

I looked into her eyes with sympathy. "Do you have any siblings?"

Victoria shrugged, her arms pulling around herself. "Not anymore."

"What happened to them -"

"So, is Carolyn your only sibling?" Victoria asked, sniffling her nose, cutting me off, and wiping the tears from under her eyes, as if that had never happened.

"My older brother moved, or ran, away when I was five years old. I don't know where he is now, or if he gives a shit about knowing Carolyn and me. He knows we exist; that's what my mom said, anyway. He obviously doesn't care anymore. Carolyn has this sick hope that he will come back for us one day," I said, staring into the pale blue wall.

Victoria nodded, her eyes saying she was curious.

"What happened to your siblings?" I asked again, curiosity taking the best of me.

She rolled her eyes. "Why are you asking me about this?"

I sighed, running my hand along the couch. "I'm just trying to figure you out."

"I'm fucked up, Harry. You're trying to figure me out? That's all you need to know," she said, running her fingers through her pale blonde hair.

I glanced at her as she fumbled with the adjustment strap on the tank top. Giving up on it, she huffed, looking at me.

"Do you go to group therapy by choice, or do the doctors make you?" I asked.

"Aunt Alice makes me go. She thinks I'm depressed. Hell, maybe I am. She treats me like a mental case instead of her niece," Victoria replied, rolling her eyes.

"You don't look depressed to me," I said, furrowing my eyebrows at her in confusion.

"I think the most depressed people are the best at hiding it," she said, picking at the blue nail polish peeling off of her fingernail.

"I'm beginning to think we are soulmates," I said without thinking.

"You're stupid, Harry. I don't think you're as drunk as you pretended to be," she said, smiling.

I smiled a little. "You should get your sleep, then."

Victoria nodded. "Um, I'll take the floor."

I shook my head. "No, you'll take the couch."

Standing up and getting five blankets from the small compartment by the hallway, I put two on the floor for me, and gave Victoria three.

"Thank you for letting me stay," Victoria said, yawning. She wrapped the black blanket around her shoulders, and collapsed against the couch.

I turned the light out, leaving us in pitch black darkness.

"You're welcome, love," I whispered, once I heard the soft snores, and I knew she was asleep.

AUTHORS NOTE}

short & sucky. I know. but hey maybe it will get more reads(: but yeah, just in case you wanted to know. expect an update in a bout a week:)

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