broken -a Harry Styles fanfiction-

Chapter Two.

I was completely oblivious to the fact that the boys were infact taking me to a manison. Mentally freaking out, i got out of the car, opening the boot to get my bag, which was snatched away by harry before i could even touch the thing. "harry, give it!" i said, attempting to grab the medium sized brown bag.

"nope! im your bestfriend, im carrying it!" he laughed. god, his laugh is so adorable

"is this all you own..?" he asked alittle after laughing. i just nodded my head, not wanting to talk about it at all.

Once inside, Liam offered to show me to my room, which i accepted, following him up the staircase into a hallway, walking down to the end door, he pointed out which room was which, turns out. Harry's room is right next door to mine, i felt the butterfiles errupt in my stomach again, smiling to myself, i thanked liam as he left to let me settle in.

looking around, the room is really quite nice, the walls were a soft white color, which complimented the light brown curtains hanging either side of a huge window, i walked over to the two other doors in my room, opening up the one on the right, was the bathroom, i shreaked with delight, my very own bathroom, ive only ever dreamed of this!

Zayn came barging in my room, "are you okay?! i heard a sceam!" he looked at me, concern flashed over his eyes, he walked over to me, pulling me into an enormessly bone crushing hug. I squeaked "Z-Zayn! c-cant breathe...!" instantly he let go, backing away slowly

"i-im sorry" he said as i laughed "its okay, really!"

it wasnt.

my face hurt like hell.

"wheres my bag?" i asked zayn only to realize he had left, i sighed.

"right here" harry said quitely, walking into the room, placing it on the bed and sitting down next to it

i felt myself blush.

"thankyou harold" i smirked. I noticed harry staring at me, in deep thought, i began to feel very self consious, did he not like me? am i ugly? do i have a weird face? is my hair messy?

tears formed in my eyes, but i quickly wiped them away 'i cant cry infront of him' i thought to myself.

-Harry's P.O.V-

i couldnt help but stare at her, i brought her bag up to her room after realizing i still had it. I liked Rachael, alot. i doubt she liked me back, but hell, my heart actually hurt at the thought of her with a different guy, she is absoultely beautiful, her long, brown hair flowing down her back, her greyish/blue eyes, the look so innocent, so...helpless. she is so skinny, i wonder if she eats at all, i felt concern and worry wash over my whole body.

her left cheek looks swollen, but its hard to tell by the make up covering it.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of clicking,

i looked up to see rachael, clicking her fingers infront of my face "harry? harry?" i loved the sound of her voice.

"you're so perfect.." i whispered.

Shit! i said it out loud, didnt i?

"what?" Racheal asked, she looked confused yet suprised. Laughing awkwardly, i simply brushed it off "do you need help unpacking at all? i asked, looking over at her rather small bag.

Rachael shook her head and looked down.

i needed to talk to her, privatly, not in this house, i needed to find out what was wrong with the girl i secretly loved.