I'm Broken {Harry Styles}

Chapter 6

| Lacey's POV |

As I walked into the kitchen I saw Harry standing by the stove. I stopped in the doorway, unsure if he knew of my presence.

"Come, sit down. I don't bite; well actually, I do. But I won't bite you, don't worry," Harry said without turning around. He chuckled at his own joke. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy his sense of humor.

I slowly walked over to the island in the middle of the kitchen and sat on a stool. I fiddled with my hands, waiting for Harry to say something. He had changed into black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. I could see his arms move to flip what ever he was cooking for breakfast.

"So how was your shower?" Harry asked after a few seconds of me staring at his back.

"It was," I trailed off and then sighed. "Good."

"Alrighty then," Harry murmured to himself. "Here's your food," he spoke curtly and set a plate of hot pancakes in front of me.

"Thanks," I mumbled shyly and grabbed a fork to begin eating. The pancakes were surprisingly very good. Once I finished my plate I leant back in my chair and closed my eyes while grabbing my stomach. That was the most I had eaten in a long time, normally I just eat left overs from the restaurant.

I opened my eyes and looked up to see Harry staring at me with a blank expression. "What?" I quickly asked. Harry blinked and then rubbed his eyes at the sound of my voice.

"Oh nothing. It's nothing," he muttered as he began to walk to the bathroom. Right as he got into the lou I heard the familiar ring tone coming from my phone. I didn't even realize I had it with me. I walked into the lounge and found it laying in between two couch cushions. I answered the phone without thinking about who it could be.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Lacey! It's Zayn," he replied.

"Oh, hey Zayn. What's up?"

"I was just wondering what you were doing tonight, we could go get dinner or go to the movies or something if you'd like?" He asked, he still seemed kind of nervous to be talking to me which I found absolutely charming.

"Yeah sure, I have to be at the restaurant until seven so would eight work?" I asked lightly.

"Yeah that's great, I'll pick you up at your house."

"Alright, cool. See you then."

"Bye."

"Bye." I hung up the phone and turned around to walk back into the kitchen. I dropped my phone and let out a girlish scream at the sight of Harry only two feet in front of me. "Harry, don't scare me like that. I almost broke my phone thanks to you," I grunted at him.

"You're going out with Zayn?" He rudely asked while ignoring my previous statement.

"Well duh, he is my boyfriend," I sarcastically replied.

"He's an asshole, what do you even see in him?"

"Don't call him an asshole! I may not know him very well, but I know enough to know that he is a very sweet, caring person, unlike you," I snapped.

"No he's not! What's wrong with you? You are so naïve, why are you defending him when I'm the one that took care of you last night? I'm the one that cleaned your cuts and bruises. I'm the one that let you sleep in my house!" Harry yelled at me. I started to get even more angry with him than I already was.

"Well Harry thank you so much for your nice hospitality, but I didn't ask you to take care of me! I only called you because Zayn was in New York and I thought you could have taken me to the hospital or something! And why didn't you take me to the hospital? I would have much preferred that than sleeping on your fucking couch! Sorry to leave in such a hurry but I need to go home!" I yelled back at him. I normally don't yell at people but Harry was just so infuriating.

"HOME? HOME? THAT'S NO HOME! YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE IF YOU STAY THERE!"

"Well what am I going to do Harry? Huh? You tell me! I have no other options, it's not like I can just leave! And why do you even care anyways? You are just a self-centered fuck up, living alone because no one would ever want to live with you!" I screamed at him. At this point I was so done talking to him. He was being so inconsiderate.

"I care because I don't want to have a fucking murder on my hands! I live alone because I don't need any stuck up bitches getting into my business! And you think I'm self centered? I came to your house at three in the fucking morning and then let you stay with me for the night!"

"Fine then! I'll just go home then! I'm so sorry for being such an inconvenience! I won't bother you again," I spat at him. I turned around and walked towards the front door. I walked out and slammed the door only for it to be stopped by Harry's hand. I continued walking down his front steps and onto the sidewalk. I began to walk down the street in the direction of my house. He surprisingly doesn't live that far away from me.

"Lacey, wait," Harry said and grabbed my arm.

"What," I spat, I was still furious I don't know how he was as calm as he is.

"You should be going there alone, I'll drive you there and then work, right?" Harry asked while letting go of my arm.

"I'm fine, I don't want to be a nuisance."

"Lacey, I was just mad. I didn't mean it. Let me drive you."

"No."

"I am going to drive you whether you do it by choice or not," he said forcefully.

"Fine. But only because I'm wearing your clothes and I don't want people to get the wrong idea. I would never do that with you. Ever."

He chuckled at that and opened the car door for me and then got in the other side. I huffed and sat down in the passenger seat.

The car ride was spent in complete silence other than the tapping of Harry's hand against the steering wheel.

We pulled into the drive way and Harry shut off the ignition. I opened my door and hopped out of the car. I was terrified but I tried to now let it show. I heard the car door slam and looked over to see Harry walking up to me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You didn't think I'd let you go in there alone, did you?" I shrugged and then he full out laughed. "I may be an ass but no one should ever hit a woman," he said angrily. He began to tense up as we walked towards the front door. I looked back at Harry and held a finger up to my lips, telling him to be quiet.

I slowly slid the key into the lock and turned it, hearing it click. The door creaked open and I stuck my head through the doorway. I looked around and saw my father passed out on the couch. I sighed in relief and walked inside with Harry following behind me.

I casually strolled right down the hallway to my room, knowing how heavy of a sleeper Dylan is.

Harry stopped in the kitchen. "Can I have something to eat?" He asked.

I laughed and said, "If you can find anything." While in my room I got dressed into my work clothes and gathered all of my makeup scattered around my room. I only usually wear it to cover the bruises; I'm going to need to use a lot today. I headed into the bathroom to use the mirror, my reflection was hideous. My lip was busted, I had a black eye and my cheek was swollen. Well this is going to be a fun day I sarcastically thought to myself.

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heyoooo I updated *surprise!*

Do people actually read my authors notes or am I just talking to myself? Probably the latter... Eh whaddaya gonna do.

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-Jess :P