Broken ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

“Nicky are you going out today,” my dad asked.

I was sitting in the living room watching a spider walk across the table. I was choosing to ignore my dad. He has been asking me the same question for the past two weeks and I have been answering with the same answer everyday.

Instead I sighed and grabbed the rubber bad that was around my wrist. I scooted forward and began to hit the spider with he rubber band.

“Nicky,” my dad called from behind me, “are you listening to me?”

I nodded and then he walked closer to me.

“What are you doing,” he asked and I pulled the rubber band hitting the spider once more.

“I am slowly and painfully killing this spider,” I said.

“Nicky,” he yelled taking the rubber band away from me, “you need to get out of the house. Martha and I are a bit worried about you.”

“Why?” I asked. I mean I know I have been doing nothing but going to school and spending the rest of m day locked up in my room.

“Well all you do is listen to music in your room and you only come out of there to eat and apparently kill spiders now,” he said throwing his hands in the air.

“Dad I am fine,” I answered, “I am waiting on Bethy to tell me when I can start work. I talked to her last week and she said that she was going to let me know today, so I will be going out of the house.”

He rolled his eyes and said, “I meant you have to go out meet people and have some fun. Didn't you go out to that one club with Bethy last time. Why don't you go out with them again?”

“No I don't think I want to go back there,” I said.

Going back there would only bring back memories of Harry. That was where this all started. I wouldn't be having this conversation with my dad about me moping around if it wasn't for that night at the club.

“Does it have to do with that boy with the curls because Martha said that you guys were talking outside and ever since that day you seemed to be hiding out. Nicky if that boy is causing you problems then maybe he shouldn't be around you,” he said and for some reason I wanted to defend Harry. I wanted to tell him that he was wrong and that Harry was a good person, but the truth was that Harry was selfish.

Everything that Harry did was for his own selfish needs. He began to talk to me and sleep with me because he needed a distraction from still loving Monica. I couldn't deny that being with him masked the pain I was feeling from my mother's recent death, but it was different for me. I actually like Harry. I have always liked him and I think at first I was trying to convince myself that it was just sex, but I was wrong. To me it was more than just meaningless sex. I loved the way his curly hair covered my face as he hovered over me. The way my fingers trailed his skin and brushed along his nipples that I have grown so fond of. The little things he does while he lies in bed with me like look up at the ceiling and catch his breathe as he came down from that high we reached together.

It was always more than just sex to me and I think he knew that. I think he knew that I liked him and took advantage of that.

“Nicky did you hear me,” my dad said.

“Yea. Um sorry dad. I promise you that I am fine. I just haven't been feeling like going out these past two weeks,” I said.

My phone began to buzz and I looked at it not wanting to pick it up.