Pick Up These Broken Pieces (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Consulting Mr. Styles (Chapter 11)

i really wanted 20 votes, im not gonna lie. i'm a little disapointed that i couldnt reach my vote goal, but without further a due, here is chapter 11. -Kari

ELLIOT POV

"You broke my heart, Harry." I admitted, suddenly feeling a little weaker in the core.

"Do you want to know a secret Elle? I have a feeling that you will do the same to me very soon."

"Wh-What?" I stuttered in shock. Why did I always do that? Stutter when I was nervous, it made me seem afraid and fragile. Of course I was, but it wasn't supposed to show.

Did he just say that? Did he seriously just say that I was to break his heart? 

I was shocked for two reasons, number one being the fact that he basically just admitted his love to me which I was totally unaware of for the past week. I was half hating him and half ignoring him. I even refused to be his friend, why would he ever even contemplate looking at me?

My second reason was that I would never, ever break a heart intentionally OR unintentionally. I knew how it was to have your heart broken, I would never do that to someone, even of it is the infamous Harry Styles. Even if he was the one who broke mine.

I never thought I would hear those words come out of his mouth. HE was always the one that people fell for. Everyone had some sort of crush (or in my case unexplainable love) for him. Harry was always the one who had girls falling at his feet, all he had to do was choose.

This whole thing with Harry admitting love to someone else was completely new. I had no idea whatsoever where it came from and I most definitely did not know how to respond.

Niall was outside the floor ceiling window, tapping slightly on the glass to get my attention. He was dressed with his sunglasses on, car keys in hand. Niall put five fingers up silently, indicating the amount of time before we left for the guitar store.

I nodded in response, going back into my deep thinking phase.

Harry was probably the most unpredictable, unreasonable, cheeky and attractive boy I have ever met by far.

I scoffed. And they say girls are complicated, try understanding Mr. Harry Edward Styles.

First, he acts like Mr. Superior, "I can get whatever I want just by winking at you and flipping my hair." Then, he's all "LOL I was drunk you cannot blame me for anything." After that, it was Mr. "Please let me apologize I can make it up to you," and today he's all lovey dovey on me?

Again, try understanding this boy.

I replayed what Harry had said, "I have a feeling you'll do the same to me very soon."

"Well, alright I'll keep that in mind." I awkwardly said outloud, getting up and leaving.

As I walked, there were only three words that kept running back through the back of my mind.

What. The. Fuck?

"I'll keep that in mind?" What was wrong with me? Who says that when someone else tells then that they love them? Well I was a slim exception.

What. The. Fuck?

Why exactly did Harry do that, again? Why did he just tell me he loved me, despite the fact that the only compassion I had ever shown him had been utter hatred.

What. The. Actual. Fuck?

And what was I expected to do now? I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't fall for him that easily. Fall into the trap and only escape with scars running deep into my chest. So then what? What if I did fall for him?