I'm Broken {Harry Styles}

Chapter 3

| Lacey's POV |

"Hey Zayn," I said as I walked up to him sitting on a park bench. His hair was styled into a perfect quiff. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a red flannel shirt over a white t-shirt. His chocolate eyes lit up when he saw me and he stood up and embraced me in a warm hug.

"Hey Lacey, it's colder than I had thought it would be so do you mind if we drive over to my friend's house now?" He asked, sounding quite awkward.

I chuckled lightly and said "Of course that would be great, and besides I walked here so I am so okay with not hanging outside."

"Awesome," he replied and took my hand, leading me over to a black Nissan. He opened my door for me before getting in the driver's side. The drive was mostly silent-with the exception of the radio playing quietly-only some small talk here or there.

We arrived at his friend's house, it was a pretty average size; two stories, light blue, cream coloured shutters. There were two cars in the driveway so we parked in the street outside his house.

Zayn opened my door for me once again and lead me through the front door, not bothering to knock. Inside it looked pretty regular. Beige walls and hardwood flooring. Some posters and photographs were hanging up. Although the house was surprisingly clean, you could clearly tell that a guy lived here by just the smell alone. It was a combination of cologne, beer, and sweat. It sounds gross but it was actually quite nice.

We walked into the lounge to see a man sitting on the couch. He was clad in a white muscle tank and black skinny jeans. He had stubble growing in across his face and his sandy brown hair was styled up. On the tv a two player FIFA game was paused.

He stood up and smiled-the most adorable smile-at Zayn and gave him a bro hug.

"Liam this is Lacey, Lacey this is Liam," Zayn introduced us. Liam smiled once more and gave me a quick hug.

"It's lovely to meet you, Zayn here has talked about you quite a bit since last night," Liam remarked. I laughed and looked up at Zayn to see him blushing like mad and staring strait ahead.

"It's nice to meet you too, your house is very well kept for a guy," I complimented. Liam graciously thanked me and walked me and Zayn over to the sitting area. We sat on the love seat while Liam remained in his previous position on the couch.

I heard the toilet flush in the other room. "That's Harry, he's over quite often, he's a bit of a handful but once you get used to it he's quite fun to be around," Liam said to me. My eye widened in shock and before I could say anything Harry walked into the room. He stopped after seeing me on the sofa with Zayn, a frown was plastered on his face. He was wearing an outfit similar to the day before except this time his hair was tied back with some sort of makeshift headband.

"Hello, I'm Harry, and you?" He said somewhat hostilely. At first I wasn't quite sure what he was doing but then I quickly caught on. I decided to play along because I would prefer to not have Zayn know that one of his best mates sexually harassed me at work.

"I'm Lacey, good to meet you," I feigned a smile and he stuck out his hand for a handshake, still frowning. I accepted it but am still confused as to why he is acting so rude. He slumped next to Liam to resume their FIFA match. I furrowed my eyebrows just watching him, trying to figure out what is going through his mind.

Zayn must have noticed because he whispered in my ear, "Don't worry about Harry, he's just moody."

I smiled up at him, thanking him for being so considerate.

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"Do you guys want anything else to drink?" I asked as I got up from next to Zayn. We had been at Liam's for about a couple hours and I was feeling much more comfortable. Liam was so nice and we got along well. Harry still had an attitude and wasn't saying much, but I just ignored him.

"I'll have another beer, thanks," Liam replied. Zayn shook his head and Harry just sat there. I walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I reached in and grabbed two beers and when I turned around a body was in front of me. I jumped and looked up to see it was Harry.

"What do you want Harry?" I rudely asked before waltzing past him to get a bottle opener.

"What are you doing with Zayn?" He ignored my previous question.

"I ran into him yesterday and gave him my number so here I am," I curtly replied.

"You don't even know him and you're practically fucking him on the couch in front of us! You're just a filthy whore! I bet you had to sleep with your boss to get your job, you piece of shit!" Harry roared, a spark in his eyes. The vibrant green I saw earlier was gone and they were burning with red, hot fuel. He was clutching his fists by his side and breathing heavily.

My eyes began to water and I looked away before he could see me cry. I was used to being talked to like that, but never from anyone other than my father. It was strange hearing that from someone who doesn't even know me.

I briskly walked past him, with my head hung low, into the living room. I retrieved my purse and stormed out of there and through the front hallway. Zayn was yelling my name and I heard him coming closer. I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me before letting the built-up tears finally fall. I kept walking down the front steps to the sidewalk.

Someone grabbed my arm and turned me around. Before I even looked at them I knew it was Zayn.

"Lacey," he whispered, taking a step closer to me. "Don't listen to anything Harry said, he's just a jerk and doesn't know what he's saying."

"No, it's fine, it's not like I haven't heard it all before," I mumbled the last part, hoping Zayn wouldn't question it.

"What? Who's said that stuff to you, Lacey? You don't deserve to be mistreated like that," he demanded.

"What? No, never mind, it's nothing," I whispered.

He sighed before saying, "Can I at least drive you home?" I nodded as I wiped the tears with my sleeves. We climbed into the car before we drove off, Zayn's hand resting comfortably on my knee.

We came to a stop outside my house after I had given him directions.

"Lacey, I know we haven't known each other very long, but I think I really like you," he began. "I know there are more romantic ways of doing this but, would you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?" His eyes looked up at me, filled with hope. The hand that was previously resting on my knee moved up to grasp my hand.

I smiled and nodded. "Yes, I'd love to be your girlfriend."

He smiled and pulled me into a kiss. His lips were rough but gentle at the same time. He seemed to know what he was doing as his lips moved perfectly in sync with my own. It ended far too quickly with him pulling away. We both smiled and said our goodbyes before I got out and walked up to the front door, waving before I unlocked it and walked inside.

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awh Layn being all cute *cries* and a little Hacey friction going on there

QOTC: Do you like 5sos along with 1D?

Hope you enjoy :)

-Jess xx