Broken ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 17

A/n: so i am sick and all of these ideas just started flowing. i think i work better when i am sick. anywho thank you for reading and ENJOY :)

Chapter 17

I was laying there thinking about what I should answer him. I wanted to tell him yes that I will become his sexual partner, but that was all I would be to him. Nothing more than just someone he can fuck whenever he wanted. I am not sure if I wanted that.

I turn my head to look at Harry. He was laying there besides me facing the ceiling. His eyes were shut closed but he wasn't asleep. I stared at his perfect complexion and smiled at myself. Before I met Harry I was nothing but a fan. A girl who had a poster on her wall and made everyone shut up whenever I heard his voice singing my favorite songs. Now here I am laying next to him and debating whether I should agree to sleep with him or not. Any other girl would have said yes in a heartbeat. I mean his is Harry freaking Styles. Who would deny him? I guess being his fuck buddy was more than just being nothing to him.

The way I saw it was I could say no and go back to being the miserable girl that only knows how to mope around about her dead mother. Or I could say yes and use this as a distraction to just forget about the pain.

“I am waiting for an answer Nico,” he spoke making me turn around and stop staring at him.

I rolled my eyes then sighed, “Stop calling me Nico.”

He laughed then opened his eyes looking over at me, “Oh. You don't like my nickname for you?”

“No,” I lied. The truth was I actually did like that he called me Nico. No one else had ever called me that and I liked the fact that he was the only one who has ever called me that. But of course I was not about to let him know that, “It's annoying.”

“I don't care. I like it so that is what I am calling you,” He said turning his head so that he was staring back up at the ceiling.

I sighed then realized that I was still naked in my bed next to Harry. Being next to him does not help me think straight. How did he even manage to come inside my house?

“Harry,” I said.

“Do you have an answer for me yet,” he asked.

“No,” I rolled my eyes annoyed at the fact that he was pressuring me to answer, “How did you get into my house? And my room?”

“You know putting a key under the mat is not the greatest idea Nico.” He laughed.

“Did my dad see you come in,” I asked.

“No. I saw him and...your stepmother,” he wasn't sure what to call Martha and I smiled because I wasn't sure what to call her either, “leaving together and when they drove away that's when I came in.”

“Oh.” Was all I could say.

We laid in silence for a couple more minutes and I kept debating in my head what I should answer Harry. I kept making up scenarios and excuses of things that can go wrong if I say yes, but to be honest they were all not good enough convince me that this was a bad idea. I wasn't really looking for a relationship and I knew Harry wasn't either so what could go wrong. This can work. We can make this work. It could be a distraction for me. It could be a way to just forget about the pain. We were both broken and maybe this could be the answer to our problems.

Harry suddenly got up from the bed and I watched him as he began to get dressed.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Getting dressed. Look Nico I never make these type of offers to anyone, so you can say this is a once in a life time chance. Once I walk out that door the offer is gone so you better make up your mind, quick.” He said as he slipped on his black jeans.