Beautifully Broken (harry styles fan fiction)

chapter seven

authors note:

new characters this chapter. be ready.

VICTORIA's P.O.V~

In the morning, I was up early.

It was Saturday, so I didn't have work. The rays of sun were shining through the blinds of my room.

I sat up, changed into a pair of leggings and a t shirt, put on light makeup, brushed my teeth, and walked out into the living room. When I was in the bathroom, I couldn't help but trace my lips with my thumb, remembering the minty taste of Harry's mouth the night before.

It had been so....surreal. Harry was the deep guy with tattoos and piercings- definitely not someone I would see myself getting intimate with. I had lots of doubts about Harry before. About his past, his intentions, if he could be trusted. But when he kissed me, all of those doubts went away. All I wanted to do was kiss him back. My brain was telling me things like "You hardly know him" and "He's trying to get you into his bed, idiot", but I ignored the empty warnings. It was, as the best things always are, the harsh truth. I didn't know Harry. I didn't know what his favorite color was, who his favorite author was, if he preferred books or movies. But I did know one thing- when I was with him, all of my doubts went away.

"Would you like to explain to me why you were home at one in the damn morning?"

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. Looking up at Alice, who was dressed in khaki skinny pants and a pink ruffle shirt, I rolled my eyes.

"We went to eat at Fred's. It's out of town," I said. "Carolyn had to stop at her grandmother's on the way back."

I made the last part up, knowing that Alice wouldn't believe just that.

"I trust Carolyn. She's a sweet girl. You should be more like her, Tori," Alice said, straightening out her shirt with shaking hands.

I nodded, sarcastically replying, "Great. Thanks for that boost of confidence."

Alice studied me helplessly. "Okay. Well, I'm going to head out to work, and I'll be back at twelve. And your next group therapy appointment is tomorrow, at two."

I nodded. "Alright. I think I might go get groceries or something. All we have is old cereal and cokes."

"I'm heading out then. Have a good day!" She called.

"Alice!! Group therapy is, like, the last thing I want to do tomorrow," I said.

"I, like, don't care," Alice replied, smiling and opening the door, leaving.

I looked around, bored. About fifteen minutes later, I heard a knock at the front door.

I got up from my position on the couch and went to the front door, opening it.

A girl, about twelve,or younger, stood at the door. She was wearing jeans, a pink sweater, and old, worn brown boots. Her dark black hair was tied at the back of her head, a straight ponytail flowing to about her shoulders.

"I'm Ivory Evans," the girl said. Her voice was soft and high pitched. She sounded like a child, but her features made her appear older.