Broken ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

I sat up from my bed wrapping the towel on my naked body. I was suddenly feeling alone since Harry had left. My house was still empty with no sign of my dad or Martha. The silence was now eerie and I was regretting asking Harry to leave. I know I keep contradicting myself, but I can't help it. When it comes to Harry I never know what to do. Sometimes I feel like just throwing myself at him and letting him do whatever he wants with me just like we did awhile ago, but other times my heart and head fight against the lust. My heart aches with every promising kiss and my head keeps telling me to be cautious.

I sighed and walked over to my dresser. I quickly got dressed putting only only at shirt and my underwear. I slipped into my bed and placed my ear buds in. I closed my eyes and soon the sweet music lulled me to sleep.

I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm. It felt as if I had only slept for five minutes. I looked over at my phone and noticed it was 7:00am. I had slept for about three hours if not less. I couldn't sleep at all thinking about Harry. Why does he always show up in my life?

Groaning and dreading the eventful night I stood up from my bed and walk towards my bathroom. I took a look in the mirror and groaned at the terrifying sight. I had bags under my eyes, my hair was a mess, my lips were as dry as a desert, and I swear I could see myself beginning to break out.

"Life sucks and then you die," I whispered to myself.

I splashed some water on my face and washed it with my multiple products that are suppose to keep me from breaking out. I quickly brushed my teeth and then tried to do something with my hair to try and make it look a bit more presentable, but it was just not cooperating. Once I finally managed to control it i applied some makeup. I began to make my way out of the bathroom when I stepped on something causing me to curse and yell.

Ugh! This was not my day!

I looked down to look at the object that I had stepped on. I was taken aback when I realized what it was.

The USB. It was Harry's USB. He must have dropped it when he got undressed to shower last night. The image of his naked body was still etched in my brain. God he was gorgeous.

I picked up the memory stick and stared at it for a while wondering what was in it. My laptop was only a couple feet away from me sitting right ob bed. All I had to do was walk on over to it and pop this memory stick in to check out what was in it. The idea was becoming a great idea as I kept staring at the USB.

Forgetting about the pain that this tiny object caused me; I quickly ran to my laptop and turned it on. This was it. I was finally going to see what was in this memory stick. I was finally going to see the reason why Bethany made such a big deal about it when I asked her about it. This could be the answer to all of my questions.

Harry's POV

I was laying here in my bed thinking about her. Why was I always thinking about her? I hate that she always somehow creeps in my head. I thought going out with Kaya would only help the situation and help me get this feeling of caring to go away. Somehow it has back fired on me and has only made things worst. Now all I feel is the urge to see her and touch her. I liked the way her hands run through my hair. I like the alive feeling I feel whenever she kisses me, but liking all of this was my problem. Feeling alive only means that I will care for her more than I should and I don't like it.. I can not risk getting hurt again.

My phone began to ring and I reached over to answer it, “Hello.”

“Harry you son of bitch,” Bethany yelled through the phone.