Broken ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I was packing my last box of my stuff when I noticed something underneath my desk. I walked over to it and realized it was a magazine. There was a picture of Harry along with the rest of the boys in the front cover. I laughed thinking about how I actually knew these boys. The memory of Harry and I arguing back and forth popped back in my head.

I hated him. I still do. I still can't believe how rude he is. I almost forgot about how he went to my mother's funeral apologized then insulted me. I can't believe I ever had a crush on him.

“Honey are you ready? We have to get to our flight,” my dad said walking into my room.

“Yeah I'm ready,” I said tossing the magazine in the trash bin. I zipped up my suite case and the box that I was packing then walked out trying to carry them both.

“Here let me help you,” my father said taking the box from my hands.

“When will our stuff arrive at the new house?” I asked.

We sold most of the furniture and the rest our stuff was going to be shipped to the new house. The only things that I was taking on the plane with me was this suite case full of clothes and my essentials.

“It should arrive in a couple days. No longer than a week,” he said.

“Alright,” I said.

I was excited to be moving to London. Ella was sad about it when I told her, but she assured me that I would love it. She went there a couple of times to visit Zayn and she fell in love with it. I on the other hand have never even traveled anywhere but the mini market down the street. Moving to London could be the best thing that has ever happened to me. It is my chance to start over away from all these bad memories.

I will get on that plane not looking back at this city.

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“Nicky we are here,” I heard my father's voice.

I opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings. I was still on the plane only everyone was gone. Martha was grabbing her purse and she started making her way towards the exit of the plane.

I got up and started making my way out of the plane. As we made our way out of the terminal we noticed it was really crowded. There was a lot of girls out and security started to come out. I noticed a lot of people with camera's and it wasn't until we got closer to them when I realized that it was paparazzi.

All the girls began to scream and go crazy I wondered what was going on?

“What is all this?” My father asked.

“I have no idea,” I said.

I followed the girls' gaze and they stared at something behind me. I turned around only to find the person I hated the most standing behind me along with his band mates. I stared at them as they made their way out of the terminal. I have been too busy trying to keep myself from not falling apart after my mother's death that I haven't really been keeping up with what is going on in the world.

Harry was wearing a hoodie and had his earphones on. He still looked sad if not even sadder. Liam caught my stare and made eye contact with me.

“Nicky!” He yelled surprised.

The rest of the boys looked my way and looking as surprised as Liam did. My eyes moved from them to Harry. He had a confused look on his face and he took down his hoodie and earphones. The boys started walking towards me quickly and Harry stayed behind looking confused. I couldn't help, but feel sorry for him. I knew that he was feeling heartbroken and I was probably the only one that noticed that he was still in love with Monica. I could still see it in his eyes. That pain he holds on to is eating him alive and he doesn't realize it.