Broken ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 28

A/N: I just want to say that if it wasn't for my best friend i probably would never update. i know it takes me a while to do it but she is always reminding me to do it so i would say thank her for the updates. lol. hope you all enjoy this chapter. 

Chapter 28

Harry was stepping out the shower and grabbing himself a towel. I wanted to get out of this bathroom as fast as I could. I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body I walked towards my dresser leaving Harry all by himself in the bathroom. I was standing by my dresser when the buzzing of my phone caught my attention. I turned my head and noticed it by the bed side table. I wanted to ignore it and just get dressed because I knew Harry would be stepping out of the bathroom any second now, but I wondered who could be texting me at this hour. It was nearly 1am. I looked down at the towel that clung on my body, then decided to just go ahead and check my phone. It wasn't like Harry hadn't seen me naked before. I sat at the edge of my bed and grabbed my phone. My heart fell as I saw the name that flashed on the screen: Keaton. Guilt immediately flooded through me as the earlier events in the shower flashed through my mind.

With trembling hands I opened up the text message and read:

Had an amazing day. Call me if Harry gives you trouble. See you tomorrow. Looking forward to kissing those lips again.

My hand automatically flew up to cover my mouth. My fingers began to trace my lips trying to remember that kiss with Keaton, but my mind failed to remember. All that was etch in my mind was Harry's touch and his kisses. There was no trace of keaton on me. Only the sweet taste of Harry's lips. All memory of Keaton's kisses were pushed back into oblivion leaving only Harry and the desire inside of me to want him.

I closed my eyes trying to suppress my embarrassment. God I was such a whore. How could I do this to Keaton? He was so sweet to me. He cared about me and he showed me how much he cared. He actually liked me and wanted to have and actual relationship with me, yet here I was repeating history and falling back into Harry's game. I just couldn't help myself. Harry was just so...he is my weakness. Every time I think that I am doing better without him I somehow fall back into his trap. One sweet smile and I am completely captivated. One glance and I am a prisoner. One touch and I have completely surrendered to him. As much as I try to fight the way I feel about him; I just can't.

I buried my face in my hands ashamed of what I have just done. Keaton is too much of a nice guy for me to be messing around with Harry. Keaton deserves better. He deserves a girl who would be loyal to him. It isn't fair to him for me to lead him on and then just turn my back and fuck Harry.

I felt Harry's hands take mine and pull them away from my face. I kept my eyes closed not wanting to look at him. I knew that if I took once glance at him I will fall back into his trap. I need to be that girl that Keaton deserves and not Harry's sex toy. I have not only do this for Keaton, but do it for myself as well. I deserve someone that will care for me as well I don't deserve what Harry does to me. I know that my feelings for Harry will change eventually. Maybe I can fall for Keaton and that will help me forget about Harry.

“Why are you closing you're eyes,” Harry chuckled his voice was deep and I heard a hint of happiness in it.

I opened one eye and took a look at him. He was smiling. The towel was dangerously clung onto his hips revealing his v lines. I quickly closed my eye and shook my head. He was looking too dam hot with the residue of water glistening on his skin. Why was I so attracted to him?

“Hey,” he giggled, “you are acting like a child. Why are you closing your eyes?”

I shook my head, but never opened them. My heart was pounding in my chest and all I wanted was for him to just go away. I would go away, but this is my house and my room.