Broken ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Harry's POV

I woke up this morning and the first thing that popped into my mind was Nico. I wanted to go over and feel her come undone underneath me once more. I wasn't sure if it was just lust or something else, but with her sex was definitely more enjoyable.

No. It couldn't be more than just sex.

I groaned and got up from my bed. I walked into my bathroom and threw some water on my face. My acne was beginning to clear up again and my guesses were that all this sex with Nico was helping relieve stress. No stress means no acne. I laughed at myself knowing that I was just making up another excuse on why I should call her up and just have more sex.

This was ridiculous I think I am becoming too attached to her. Last night I told her I loved Monica and I do, but I hadn't shared my feelings about her with anyone. Ever since I shared them with Monica it has bee too hard for me to just open up to anyone. I am not sure what it is about Nico that is making me do and say things that I shouldn't.

I need a distraction.

I searched for my phone and immediately called Kaya.

“Hello,” she answered seductively.

“Make sure Kyle isn't there later. I will be stopping by,” I demanded.

“Kyle and I broke up. You can come down whenever you want,” she said seductively through the phone.

“Good,” I said and hung up.

Nicollette's POV

I woke up the next morning with only one person on my mind, Harry. I wanted to see him again, but I wasn't sure that would be a good thing. Having sex with him was suppose to be just that, sex. Why is it starting to feel like it is no longer just about the sex? Or maybe it never was?

All I know is that my craving for his touch has grown and just thinking about the way his hands roam my body is making my heart race.

Ugh. Stop thinking about him.

I shook my head trying to rid of all thoughts of Harry. I quickly stood up from my bed and walked into the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face then looked in the mirror noticing what a complete mess I was. I ran my fingers through my blonde hair and tried to fix it. It was time to retouch my roots. Life would be so much easier if I was a natural blonde. I remember when I told my mom that I wanted to dye my hair blonde. She gave me the weirdest look ever and said I was crazy. All I did was laugh and say that I was going to do it whether she liked it or not. I hoped that if I dyed it that maybe she would get used to seeing me this way and just end up liking it. That was not the case. She never got used to it and she would always have some rude comment over it. Now her comments seem funny to me.

I sighed thinking of how much I miss her then walked off to my room. I quickly put on some sweatpants and walked out towards the kitchen.

I was walking down the hall when I heard my father and Martha talking. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, but when I heard my name I couldn't help but listen in.

“When are we going to tell her,” Martha said to my dad.

My dad sighed then said, “I don't know. I wouldn't know how she would react.”

“You have to tell her, Rick,” she said.

Oh. No. They finally want to get rid of me. I knew I was nothing but a burden to them. I mean why would he want me. He has his wife now and his own house here in London. This is his new life and I was just part of his old one. All I brought him was bad memories of his ex-wife and how his last marriage failed.