Broken (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

The first time that I laid my eyes on him, well honestly I couldn't tell you how I felt about him. He had always just kind of been there for as long as I can remember. He was my beginning and eventually he became my end. When I was seven years old, I headed into town with my parents after I had begged them to take me to the store to get some sweets. Looking back on it, I was selfish. That selfishness is what caused my world to come crashing down. A few minutes after we started driving, a heavy storm came overhead. As we were driving a car went out of control near us and hit another car. My dad was always a selfless person and thought more of others than he did of himself. My father pulled onto the shoulder of the road and told me and my mom to stay in the car. I watched through the window as my dad walked over to the hit car, whose door was completely crushed. He started to take a piece of metal that had broken off of the other car and started, along with the driver of another car, to use the metal as leverage to open the door. There was oil leaking from one of the cars and it was heating up so there was going to be an explosion soon. My father knew that, and he went to help the man out of the car and dragged him to the side of the road. He went back for the child who was trapped in the back. The little boy had worry all over his face, but thankfully was unharmed. I ran outside of the car to my dad. He had the little boy wrapped in his arms and held him right in front of me. He asked the boy his name and he replied, "Z-zayn, Zayn Malik sir." My father looked at him with a gentle look on his face, just then before my father could say whatever his next words were, the car exploded. My father wrapped both Zayn and I in his arms, protecting us from the shrapnel of the blast. My dad looked at me and smiled. Then he stood up looked at Zayn and told him,

"Take care of my Ari, would you?"

Zayn wasn't sure what to say but just shook his head ferociously. My father turned to walk towards the passenger side of the car. That's when I saw it. I saw the huge piece of metal sticking out of my father from when he had protected Zayn and I. He stalked forward and placed his hand on the passenger side of the car door then collapsed.

I stood there wide-eyed at my father's lifeless form as I watched my mother cradle him to her chest, with Zayn next to her sobbing and repeating the words, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I knew my mother was screaming, but I couldn't hear anything my world had gone mute. I couldn't hear anything. Not a single word, not a single drop of rain. I didn't even hear when the ambulance had pulled up, obviously too late. I didn't hear anything because honestly none of it was worth hearing.

We went to the hospital for Zayn's dad. I watched as they pulled my dad into the room that I knew would end up his temporary grave. I was only seven years old, but honestly one glance at me and I had aged considerably in the past few hours. Surprisingly enough I didn't cry. Not one tear.

The little boy named Zayn walked up to me and looked up with sad eyes. He said that he was sorry for something like the 30th time. I was getting tired of it. I turned to him and asked him about his father. His eyes shot open wide and he looked a little uneasy. I guess it was because his father was fine and mine was dead because of that exact reason.

I looked over at him as he shifted uneasily. He looked like he wanted to say something but was holding back. "Is there something you want to tell me?" I asked him honestly interested in what he had to say.

"Your father told me to take care of you. I want to tell you that I always will. I'm sorry about what happened to your father... Ari, was it? Well I am really sorry... If you want to, you can cry on my shoulder."

I looked at him honestly shocked. He was the first person I have "heard" since I saw my father's lifeless body. I chuckled a little bit, catching him off guard. "First of all only my father has ever called me Ari, my name is Arianna. And also I can't cry I have to be strong or the world will think I'm weak."

He looked like he was thinking for a bit. He chose his next words very carefully. "Well, I made a promise I intend to keep. You will be safe with me. I will fight off the world." He then wrapped his jacket around me and him so we were in it together. Then he softly whispered, "It's time to be weak."

I don't think I have ever cried that hard in my entire life. He concealed me in the jacket and decided the pat my head. Every once in a while he would softly coo, "It's okay... Ari, nobody will hurt you. Nobody can."

I thought that in that moment everything would be fine. Little did I know the storm that was about to come. And we know that all bad things happen when it storms.