Broken (a one direction fanfic)

Chapter 17

Ok so this was actually originally going to be one extra long chapter but i wanted to update sooner so i have done it in halves. :) Writing the next bit now! pleaase vommit! *vote and comment*

Chappie 17

Gracie's POV

Harry arrived outside the apartment building straight away after I told him what happened on the bus. I went up too him and he gave me a big hug. I felt a bolt run down my spine and I shivered, I think Harry felt it too.

"Do the boys know your at mine?" I asked him.

"Yes, they wanted to come but I thought all the company for you could be stressful." Harry said, moving his curls from going over his sunglasses.

"Can we get inside so I can take off my hoodie and raybans" he laughed, tugging me into the apartment building and up to my flat, where I locked the door behind me. Just to be safe.

"the boys send their love and want to see you really soon though" Harry said as he threw his stuff onto the bench and sunk into the couch. He picked up the peanut butter beside him. Peering inside the container and digging his finger in, scooping out a bit. I watched his mouth as he sucked his finger. He looked at me and I forgot I was staring so I awkwardly glanced away. I could see his smirk from the side of my parallel vision.

"They're sweet, your friends. Did I like them before I lost my meomory?" I asked him curiously. Harry fumbled around on the couch "I guess, we were on tour so we never saw each other much" he said tentatively, looking at the ground as If he found it extra interesting.

Before I could react to the news, the phone rang again. "Hell" I said, and looked up at Harry.

He shrugged "Want me to get it Graz?"

"No" I decided, picking up the phone. "Hello?"

"Gracie?"

"yes?"

"This is Hank Holmes." my brain spinning, I drew a blank on the name, I was just relived it wasn't who I thought it would be.

"I own the apartment your renting" he said, and it came back to me.

"oh! Yes, Mr Holmes."

"You've been trying to reach me?"

"Uh huh" I said, and it was true. During the time Harry was driving to mine, I tried contacting him, I needed to ask something.

"I was wondering if, possible you could make sure no one other then me or Laura can get into my apartment, unless they are with us?" I asked him.

"Has something happened?" he asked me.

"No, it's fine"

"Well I can do that for you, then, Gracie." he said and I smiled, I wanted to make sure even if my dad had found me, he wouldn't be coming inside my apartment.

"Thankyou. And thanks for returning my call" I hung up and faced Harry.

"I feel safer" I said after explaining what I asked Mr Holmes.

"You still need something else" Harry said, flicking his hair again. It's been the fifth time this day.

"What?" I asked

"Someone to make sure your ok" Harry said and I smiled.

"I'm staying the night" Harry nodded to the corner of the room. "In that man-sized hammock over there." he gave me a lopsided grin. "Unless you have a spare bed."

"It's a small flat" I told him with a slight smile on my face. I was glad he was staying.

"Then it's me and the hammock. He arched a brow. "Is it comfortable?"

"Yes, but it's not neccary for you too stay the night, Harry"

He crossed over to the couch and squatted in front of me. He grasped my free hand and cradled it in his. "Humor me, then. I won't sleep a wink knowing your here alone after that call from your dad." he shrugged. "it's in a pop-stars gene to protect a girl" he said, and even though it was the stupidest gene i've heard my heart was beating fast. I didn't know whether it was because of the dad situation or Harrys suggestion

that he slept here.

He watched me thinking and smiled, one of those smiles that showed his dimples. I smiled back, mentally cursing myself for acting like this towards my best friend! He would never like me like I liked him, I sighed. He arched his eyebrow more as if to ask what's up. I ignored that.

"You can cook me breakfast in the morning" he said. Smiling I reached out and playfully hit his arm. His eyes lit up with my touch, and I couldn't stop myself from caressing the soft silk of his shirt, feeling his muscles flex under my hand.

I snatched my hand away, what was I doing!! I put them back down to my sides awkwardly and looked up at him, he was wearing this smirky smile.

"what do you want for breakfast, Harry?"

Was I flirting?

I smiled

Harry smiled

we're we flirting??

"Anything your serving" he said.

Yes, I was flirting with my best friend an he was flirting back. But truthfully.. I liked it.

We watched a move- titanic- and Harry and I layed out on the couch surrounded by chips and popcorn.

At one I clock, I yayned.

"Time for beddy-bye" Harry joked.

"I'll get you a pillow and a light blanket." I pointed towards the back of the flat. "Bathrooms through there." I found it weird how he still hadn't been to my flat once, this was the first time. Wouldn't he have had some time from his tour break to visit me in the past two years?

He rose. "I've got a gym bag in my car. I'll go get it".

"Keep it on hand for unexpected overnighters?"

He didn't take offense, instead he drew me up from the couch. Once again i felt dwarfed by him. He rested his hands lightly on my arms, and the weight of them felt good. "Gracie, I like girls, I go out- but I'm not a womanizer. The bag in my car is from when we have sudden promotions in different towns or even countrys, I like to have a bag set up for me, all ready. It comes with being famous" he winked and butterfly's fluttered in my stomach "But basically I'm just a normal guy" he said. As if. No normal guy could make me feel like this, I thought. Plus he was probably in the most famous band in the world, as I had found out.

Chuckling, I said, "Go get your stuff"

He crossed to the door and went to grab his bag as I packed away the DVd and turned off the TV.

I felt good that he was staying.

~

Surprisingly I slept well, and was glad i didn't have the morning shift at the radio station today. I could relax more.

I climbed out of bed. From the living room, I could hear birds chirping outside and a light twinkle of wind chimes from the flat next door. The shades were drawn and the hammock was in the shadow, but I could see Harry stretched out. Drawn to him like paint to a canvas, I crept across the room, careful not to wake him.

I grinned. His right arm was thrown up over his head, his face turned to the side of his pillow, hair everywhere. His fleece shorts and t shirt fit him... Very nicely. His legs were corded with muscle- id noticed that before, he must have been going to the gym. Overall he had definitely changed a lot in two years.

He looked so comfy, and I wanted, badly, to climb right into that hammock with him, let him cuddle me.

You've got it bad, a voice in my mind said to me.

Smiling, I thought, looks like!