Broken // Harry Styles

Chapter 1.

I didn't think becoming attached to a person over the internet was the best thing to do. My mum always told me, 'Harry, you're not supposed to talk to people over the internet. It could get you killed.' Little did I know, the words my mum told me 12 years ago, weren't entirely true. Sure, it didn't get me killed.. but it got my heart shattered into a million places. It's been 2,342 days without my beautiful Ryder. After the first 2 days, I had completely lost it. I was hearing and seeing things that weren't even there. I began to think that she came back, but she didn't. My imagination was just running wild back to the memories that we had together.

My best 4 mates tried to keep my mind off of Ryder, but it didn't help. It only made things worse, the memories with her, were memories with the boys too. Whenever I brought Ryder to meet them, they instantly felt a connection to her. Louis told me there was something off about the whole situation whenever he met her, though. I asked him what it was, but he just said, 'I don't know mate, I guess we'll just have to find out.'

Louis sure was right. My beautiful Ryder died 2 years later on Louis' birthday, on Christmas Eve, due to cancer. 

I promised myself that I would never fall in love again, but I was completely wrong. It was the day that I met Harley Livingston, that I broke that promise. After all, promises aren't mean to be kept, they're meant to be broken.

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Harry's POV//2 Years after Ryder's death

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I looked around the crowded arena, gazing over all of the beautiful girls in the crowd. I had a special feeling in the pit of my stomach, that maybe, someone was here tonight that could change my whole world. 

A girl with long brown hair waved at me, smiling so bright I was pretty sure her cheeks were going to fall off. I waved my hand back at her, throwing her a cheeky smile. I noticed a tear slip down her cheek and she mouthed to me 'thank you'. I turned my head to the side, questioning what she meant. She put her arm in the air, and pointed to her wrist and mouthed to me '2 years'. 

2 years since what? 

I just smiled at her and said ' you're welcome '.

Someone threw a horse head on the stage, in my direction. I threw my head back in laughter, and walked over to the horse head and picked it up, putting it on my head. I looked towards Niall, and he automatically caught my eye. He slumped over, grabbing his stomach, bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Oh, man. That's great!" Louis yelled from across the stage. 

I lifted the mask up, and brought the microphone up to my mouth.

"Sorry boys, I don't think I can finish."

The crowd boo'd and I laughed, bringing the mask off of my head and onto my other hand.

"I'm feeling a little hoarse." The girls in the audience busted out in laughter, and I threw the horse head back into the crowd, earning some screams from the girls. I laughed to myself, silly girls, it's just a horse mask.

"On to the next song! This is Story of My Life."

'Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain

Leave my heart open, but it stays right here emptied for days

She told me in the morning, that she don't feel the same about us in her bones

It seems to me that when I die, the words will be written on my stone........'

After the concert was over, the boys and I made our way out of the arena to the tour bus.. well tried. The girls were surrounding the exits, screaming their heads off.

'Liam!!! Oh my god. Show me what your last name means!" 

"Louiiisss! You sass master, come here so I can FUUUU... feel your hair!"

"Niallllllll! I have food."

God, what year do these girls think we're in? This isn't the video diaries I try to walk past the girls, not trying to push them over or anything. A girl stops me, tugging on my shirt. I look down at her, and smile. I notice it's the same girl that smiled at me and waved earlier before the last song.

"Hi, love. Can I sign anything for you? Or do you want a picture?"

She looked up at me, and began to cry again. "I don't want anything signed, Harry. I just wanted to tell you that I love you so much, and you've helped me so much. I didn't think someone so far away all the time, could inflict the way that I live. I just wanted to say thank you. You've saved my life. I used to cut.." She looked down at her feet, before looking back up to me and smiling, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

"I've been clean for two years. I haven't cut since I found out about you boys, you especially. You're such a contradiction, and that's what makes me love you so much. You're so manly, but then you're like a little teenage boy all over again. You're so tall, but you're a gentle giant. Your voice is so rough, and ragged, but whenever you're around little kids, you turn into someone so lovable. I just love you so much, Harry. Thank you, again. I have to go now."

She looked down at her feet, then back up at me again. She walked towards me slowly, as if she was too scared to hug me. I threw my arms out, and wrapped them around her and brought her as close to me as I could get her.

I felt my shirt starting to get wet, and heard soft sobs coming from the girl in my arms, so I squeezed her tight. 

I leaned my head down into the crook of her neck, then back to her ear and I whispered, "And baby, you've saved me."