Broken ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Harry's POV

“Why did you do that Kaya?” I yelled not really caring who heard us.

“I always kiss you like that Harry,” she said wickedly smiling.

I knew exactly why she did it and I couldn't help but feel like it was wrong. I shook my head and ran out of the cafe to find Nicollette.

“Harry wait,” Kaya yelled.

I ignored her and kept running. I saw Nico walking away with her books in hand. She was walking pretty fast and was about to reach the end of the street.

“Nico,” I yelled and she stopped, but she wouldn't turn around.

“Nico,” I yelled again and I watch as she slowly turned to look at me.

I began to run faster trying to get to her as fast as possible before she turns around and walk off again.

When I finally reached her I took a good look at her. The sun beams made her hair glow and despite her natural roots showing she still looked beautiful. I've never noticed how radiant she was and despite her pale skin the sun still managed to make her skin glow.

“What Harry,” she said and I could hear the annoyance in her voice.

“She is not...we are not,” what I am trying to say here?

“You don't have to explain, Harry,” she said.

She is right I don't have to explain anything to her, but why do I feel like I owe her an explanation?

“Then why are you so upset?” I asked.

Her eyes grew wide and she tried to speak but he she couldn't find the words. I knew I had caught her off guard with that question, but I had to know why she was so upset about Kaya kissing me. She had no reason to be upset about this. We were nothing. We were not dating and had nothing going.

“I...i am not,” she answered, but I knew she was lying. I could see her clenching up her fists as she fights back the urge not to slap me. She was upset that was clear, but she didn't want to admit it. She took a step forward towards me and for a second there I thought she was going to kiss me, but she didn't. She just took a step away from me and unclenched her fists, running her hands through her hair. She looked down at her feet trying to avoid my gaze.

“Good,” I said and she kept her eyes down at her feet, “You shouldn't be because you are just a girl I fuck when ever I am horny.”

Shit. Did I just say that?

Her eyes shot up looking at me and I could see them begin to water. There was anger in her eyes and I could tell that she wanted to cry. Her fists began to clench up again and her chest began to rise and fall faster reminding my perverted mind that she did the same thing right after she came undone underneath me.

I didn't mean to say that to her, but this was getting too serious. I wanted to apologize to her but doing that would only mean I am making things worst for me instead of making them better. I was beginning to grow too attached to her it wasn't right. She made me feel alive again, just like Monica used to make me feel, and I was afraid that that will only bring in the possibility of falling in love again.

This was all wrong.

I could feel myself getting pulled by her and I don't want to feel this way, so the first thing that popped in my head was to hurt her before she can hurt me.

“You're right,” her voice cracked.

She closed her eyes and I watched as a lone tear escaped from her eye. I had to fight back this urge I had to wipe that tear off and apologize to her. She then slowly turned around without saying another word and began to walk away. That was it. She just walked away without saying anything else or with out even slapping me across the face. I should have at least deserved a beating from her, but she did nothing.