Broken ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

Everyone was left with shocked expressions. As soon as she walked out the door everyone began yelling at me. They began telling me how much a jerk I was and blah blah blah, but all I could hear were her words over and over in my head. Who the hell did she think she was? She was no one to be talking to me that way.

I rolled my eyes at my friends and stood up ignoring their screams and lectures on how I should act. I began to walk out of the hotel room and I could hear Liam yelling at me to come back, but I ignored him and kept walking. I was sick and tired of everyone telling me that I should be nicer. I don't want to be nicer. The last time I was nice I ended up feeling like shit.

Every visit to LA is the same. I begin to get all of these feelings of hatred towards everyone and the hatred is mostly cause by all of the painful memories that this city holds. Even watching how Zayn and Ella are so happy together brings out the worst in me. It just makes me mad how he has everything I ever wanted. I wanted to be with Monica I really did, but she had someone else. I knew from the beginning that she would never be mine and that is what hurts the most. I let myself get too involved with her knowing that she will never be mine.

I took a deep breathe and walked over to the elevator thinking of Nicky and her rude rant. I really did not mean to be a jerk to her, but as soon as I walked out and saw her sitting on my seat my first thought was 'wow she is pretty.' I want to put on my best smile and be cheeky like I always was, but the memories of Monica flooded my head and she was the last girl I ever kissed and acted cheeky with. As soon as those memories of her came in I began to be rude to Nicky because it was the only way I knew on how to avoid a girl.

I walked into the elevator and pushed the button that led up to the roof top. All the memories of Monica began to make me angry and the fact that Nicolette and my friends yelled at me was not making it any better. I was mad at myself and the whole world.

When the elevator doors opened to the rooftop I was glad to find no one there. I headed to the edge of the roof and looked out at the view of the city. The sun was beginning to go down and the city looked nice as the darkness flowed in covering the city. And as the darkness came in I could feel the darkness building up in me as well. My anger was boiling in my body as well as this pain that I felt in my heart. I took in a deep breathe and then let out a loud yell that echoed through the city.

As my yelling came to a silence I felt the calming breeze of the LA night hit my face soothing me making me feel calm. The serene feeling felt nice for a while until the ache in my pain began to grow with ever breathe I took. It was easier to feel angry then to feel this pain, but when the pain came it hit me harder than ever. I began to feel the tears trying to escape my eyes and as much as I fought back to keep them away; they just kept coming back.

Soon there were tears streaming down my cheeks and the sharp pain in my chest made me aware of it. Why was I so stupid to ever fall for a girl that didn't belong to me? She was there smiling back at me making my heart flutter. Her laugh would always make me laugh. I never thought a laugh could be so adorable and I would learn to love it.

Then when everything came crashing down I began to feel like had to fight for her. I had to do whatever it took to let her know that I loved her. The memory of that night when she told me she didn't love me was still fresh in my mind.

** Flashback **

Ella and Zayn came out of the bedroom staring at us oblivious of what was going on. Danny was staring at me like he wanted to murder me and I was staring at Monica hoping that maybe she would stand up for me. For us.