Broken Things

(Author's Note: HPOV is Harry's point of view and SPOV is Stevie's point of view, respectively. Also, this is my first ever publication of anything so this is kind of a big deal for me. If you don't like it, then please stop reading it. Being hateful won't get you anywhere. I hope you enjoy it, though! I put a lot of time into it! Be sure to vote, comment, and all of that good stuff. Thank you and enjoy!)

The club was crowded for a Thursday night. The music pumped through the building like a pulse as I stood at the small table with a cold drink in my hand. This would be the end of my fifth year living in New York City and I thought I would go out and celebrate. I had invited my best friend, Amanda, to come out with me but she was still in school and had a massive amount of homework she had put off over Spring Break. I was slightly put out but I got over it. I didn't mind going to places by myself. I was strangely independent for my age but I didn't really have a choice.

I took a sip of my drink as I thought about how far I had come. I had just graduated from NYU almost two and a half years ago and things had fallen amazingly into place. I was a photographer working for a couple of businesses here and there and had made a decent amount of money. It was nice because I could be myself and do what I wanted to do without the confines of Corporate America.

"Fuck that", I thought to myself as I sipped again. It was refreshing and greatly needed after this week. I had just applied to Rolling Stone magazine and my anxiety was killing me. It was my dream job that combined the two loves of my life; music and photography. I took a look at my surroundings as I listened to the new Imagine Dragons song that was blasting through the systems. I liked this place. It wasn't modern like a lot of the night clubs in the city. It was laid back with an old Indie feel but still classy. There was art and photographs covering the refurbished brick walls and the floors were old, polished wood. I supposed a lot of people would say it had a 'hipster' look to it. Whatever it was, it worked and I loved it.

I had just ordered another drink when a commotion started at the front of the bar. People were loud and flashes from cameras were rapid. It was most likely some famous person coming into the club. I rolled my eyes. It didn't phase me as much as it should but I was used to it, I guess. I mean I was living in New York City. Just the other day, I saw Adam Levine walk into a Starbucks. It was bound to happen living in a place like this. If I did get the job from Rolling Stone, I couldn't freak out over every celebrity I came in contact with. It wouldn't be very professional. Because of the new guest, I knew it was going to be a while before I got my drink. I decided to use the restroom to touch up my make-up and wait for the excitement to die down. I left my table to go to the restroom that was located in a back hallway of the building.

The restroom was dark and surprisingly quiet. I looked in the mirror and straightened my outfit. I was wearing my favorite Stones tshirt tucked into a high-waisted black pencil skirt. Black tights and stilettos completed the outfit along with a chunky, gold chain around my neck. I loved what I was wearing. I felt sexy which was rare for me. I mean, I knew I wasn't bad looking but I was far from Vogue model material. People had told me that I looked foreign due to my brown, almond-shaped eyes and olive skin. I kept my dark hair long and was usually draped over my shoulder. I shrugged and leaned over the sink to apply fresh lipstick.

HPOV:

"Harry!" Harry, look over here!" "Harry, can you smile a bit for us?" "Harry!"

"I can't do this, Paul," I murmured as I ran my fingers through my hair. My anxiety was getting to me. I could always tell when my hands started to get all clammy. Paul nodded slowly, fully aware of what I meant. Paul was my bodyguard and knew how much my nerves could take.

"Alright, everyone needs to get the fuck out!" Paul boomed in his loud, Scottish accent, but, like always, it went ignored as people continued to push through. I attempted to make my way towards the back of the club. My eyes scanned the area for anything I could use as a safe seclusion. I saw a dark hallway and forced my way through. The hallway was cool and I leaned against the hard, brick wall. I looked to the left to see Paul, along with a few other bouncers blocking the front of the hall to prevent followers. I ran both of my hands over my face and let out a deep breath. I slid down the wall into a squat. I closed my eyes and waited for everything to stop. A dim light came through my eye lids and was followed by the clicking of heels on the surface of the floor. I looked up to see a girl slowly walking from the bathroom.

"Please don't be crazy", I thought to myself. I wasn't in the mood for fans tonight. As much as I loved and enjoyed our fans, I just wanted to hang out tonight. A night to myself, I guess. I closed my eyes and hung my head, bracing myself for the inevitable. I listened as the sound of heels came to a halt in front of me. I prayed for them to pass. Suddenly, I felt fingers under my chin, causing me to flinch.

"Shush", I heard. Slowly, I raised my head and looked into dark, worried eyes.

"Are you alright?" Her voice was low and comforting. This was a strange sight for me. Usually, by now, they would have asked for an autograph and attempted to cop a feel. She didn't try any of those things. It was almost as if she wasn't aware of who I was and found myself enjoying that bit of peace. I watched her carefully as she waited patiently for my answer. She was crouched down in front of me and was wearing a Rolling Stones tshirt. I smiled. I had the exact one back at home.

"It's a little intense", I said with a small smile. I noticed my pulse had slowed and I let in a deep breath.

"I noticed". She glanced over at the insanity at the front of the hall. She was beautiful but not the common kind of beautiful. She looked back over at me with concern on her face.

"I'm better", I said, "it just got a little crowded." She gave a slight smile as she took her hand away from my face.

"Alright, I just wanted to make sure." She stood up and straightened her skirt. She gave another small smile and turned to walk away.

"Wait," I said, surprised by the urgency in my voice. I stood up and walked to her. Her heels made her come right up to my chest. I opened my mouth to speak but then I heard Paul's voice vibrate off of the walls.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Miss but you're going to have to leave," he said as he reached for her arm. I stepped in between them and I was sure we were all sharing the same surprised look.

"She can stay, Paul," I said. Paul looked at the girl and then back at me. He gave a short not and went back to continue his attempt to get the unwanted to leave.

"It's really okay. I don't want to bother you." I looked down at her. She was biting her lip as she spun a ring around her finger.

"You're not bothering me. I wouldn't have said that if you were," I smiled and she stopped her fidgeting.

SPOV:

I was kind of taken aback with what was going on. I had just come out of the restroom and saw him crouched against the wall. I made the connection when I saw security and bouncers struggling to hold back what I called a disgrace to the world of photographers. I had to make sure he was okay because unlike some, I care for the well-being of people; whether they're famous or not. I knew that I still had a look of confusion because he smiled something along the lines of a 'don't worry' smile. I relaxed slightly and tried not to look so confused.

"What's your name?" His voice was surprisingly deeper than what I had thought and his accent was thick.

"Stevie," I said, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Wonder or Nicks?" he smirked.

I laughed, "Nicks. My mom was a huge fan. I can't say I blame her. My last name is Royal" He agreed and slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"Well, Stevie Royal, it seems as though you have quite the taste in music," he said as he motioned to my shirt.

"Of course, I do. It's my life source."

Someone shouted his name down the hall.

"They're relentless," I said with slight disgust. His eyes fell and he ran long fingers through his hair. A pang of sympathy went through my stomach. It was clear that he was over all of this and that it was starting to bother him again. I made a jump decision.

"Do you want to ditch this place?" His head shot up and there was excitement in his bright green eyes.

"Just get me away from this," he said as he nodded his head over to the front of the hall.

"Fantastic," I said with a wink and I held out my hand to him. I saw hesitation flash through his eyes.

"I'm not going to take you around back and kill you. Do you want to get away or not? Just trust me."

He grinned and laced his fingers through mine.