Dark Secrets. ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Broken.

( Time jump holla. Songs for this chapter include:

Wherever you will go- Charlene Soraia

All back- Chris Brown.)

Emmy's POV

Three months and two weeks. You know there's a saying shit happens? Well shit happened. El finally came home but I can't find the right words to speak to her, so I just sit there and nod. I know it makes her sad, but I'm so numb it's hard to move. I can barely function. He took my heart and happiness away with him.

Two weeks ago the famous Harry Styles shattered my heart into a million pieces. Just four simple words. ' I don't love you.' For two weeks I've sat on this couch, and cried. I hardly eat anymore, my hair is a mess. I know it's gross, but I haven't showered in two week. Two weeks I haven't talked to any of the boys, or El. Two weeks of pure hell.

Today feels different though. I feel lighter and not so numb. I can hear El in the kitchen cooking breakfast. She normally brings it to me and just gets a simple nod, but today I feel like talking. I push the blankets off of me, run my fingers through my hair, and wipe my teeth with my shirt. I walk into the kitchen and El is dancing.

" You know that's not safe right?" I ask.

" Shit!" El drops the pan she was holding.

" You actually spoke more than two words."

" Well I only said six." I lean against the counter.

" Smart ass." She smiles.

" Can you take me to see Niall? I miss him." My smile fades.

" Shower first. Then I'll take you." She points upstairs.

I walk upstairs and open my bedroom door. There's broken glass everywhere,and my bed is flipped over. My drawers are all open and my clothes are thrown evrywhere. It was an act of rage, a stupid one. I sit on the corner of my bed frame and close my eyes.

* Flashback."

" You're so gorgeous Emerald." Harry says hushed.

I stare up at his bare chest and trace his tattoos. I'm in love with this boy and I want to give my all to him, but I just can't. It will end badly. It always does.

" Harry.. I.." I stop.

" I know kitten." He kisses my forehead and lays back beside me.

I frown at the memory. Taking one more glance at what I'm surrounded by I come to a conclusion.  I'm so destructive. Being with me or around me is like standing in the middle of a tornado; Not safe and everything gets destroyed. I can't stop the storm or even calm it a bit. I'm dangerous, and that's that.

I pick up my black skinny jeans and a white v-neck, and some underwear and make my way to the bathroom. I'm very cautious of the glass and step around it. I open my bathroom door and it's spotless. Guess I spared something from being hurt? I know I look like shit so, I avoid the mirror  and start the shower water. I strip my clothes off and step in. The hot water immediately hitting my skin and relaxing me. 

It's like the numbness is slowly fading every day. But his touch still remains. I hate this so much. I made the mistake of falling in love with someone, already knowing the outcome. Pain. Pain is like an annoying scab. Every time you pick at it, it gets worse. Pain demands to be felt. Simple as that.

I wash my hair and body then hop out of the shower. I grab my towel and wrap it around me. Why is it so fucking cold in this house? I wipe the steam off of the mirror and I'm taken aback.