Broken (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

I may have feelings for Zayn but not in the way I had feelings for Harry. I felt safe with Harry, I felt as if we were the only people in the world, but even still, I knew that what we had couldn’t be together. It was too hard.

The sounds from downstairs were drowning out the constant ringing in my ears from the alcohol. I sat down and made myself comfortable on Harry’s bed, wondering where Harry had left to. I was too drunk to realise he had left and too drunk to find out.

I sat alone for a few minutes, before I heard noises coming from the bathroom. I rushed over and unlocked the door to find Harry on his knees cleaning up the mess he had made. I squatted beside him and started to help him pack away the things on the ground.

I looked over at him, his face only inches away from mine. I admired the way his bright green eyes made him look happy; amused, even though he was upset and frustrated. I admired the way his lips formed a smirk, even when he wasn’t trying. I admired anything and everything about him.

After staring at him for what only seems like a few short seconds, he turned his head to face mine. He looked at me for a few moments before crashing his lips onto mine. The way his lips fit into mine perfectly, made me crave him more. I slowly let his tongue enter my mouth as continued kissing on the tiled floor of his bathroom. Everything felt so right, yet so wrong.

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Sorry this chapter is just a filler so it isn’t too interesting (and really short).

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