I'm Broken {Harry Styles}

Chapter 23

| Lacey's POV |

I found myself laying in a bed that wasn't my own, but Harry's. I was in the same room I had been in last time I was here, only this time I wasn't alone.

Harry was laying on the bed with me, although I was under the covers with his t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants on and he was fully clothed-shoes and all-laying on top of the duvet.

I groaned and rolled over, seeing that it was still dark out. I checked the clock that was next to the bed and it read 4:23. Great, it's four in the morning.

How did I even get here in the first place? I remember Meg waking up and coming back to my place and Harry was there. I remember us watching a movie and Dylan coming in and yelling stuff. But what happened after that?

Oh my god, I cannot believe Harry saw how Dylan treats me. Now he'll never let me go back there. Little does he know my reasoning for always going back...

I curl up into a ball and start shaking and tears pour out of my eyes. Why can I remember anything? I know he must have done something based on the aching pain in my abdomen. I can vividly remember everything that he has ever done to me except for what happened last night. Why?

I heard Harry groan and roll over. Oh god, did I wake him up? I froze next to him.

"Why are you up?" I heard him whisper in his raspy morning voice.

I sniffled. "I-um..." What do I say? I woke up and can't remember what happened at all last night? Right, because that would be totally normal. "I just woke up, I guess."

"Were you crying?" He asked.

I felt no point in trying to deny it. "Yes."

"Why?" Harry questioned. I rolled over so I was facing him. He could barely keep his eyes open.

"Because... Because I can't remember!" I broke down sobbing in his chest. I don't know why this is such a big deal, it should be good that I can't remember. Why do I want to remember? I'm sure what happened is best not to know.

"Can't remember what?" He groggily asked. His put him arm around my waist to comfort me, I guess.

"Anything from last night," I whimpered. "I remember everything that he has ever done to me but I have no idea what happened last night," I cried.

"Why do you want to remember? Isn't it a good thing not to know?" Harry confusedly asked.

"Well, yeah. But I remember everything except last night."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Can you just tell me what happened, please?" I tried.

"Alright, alright," he sighed. "Well we were watching a movie at your house and we both fell asleep. Then your dad barged in and started yelling. And I hit him and he hit me. He threw stuff, he hit and kicked you-which I'm sorry about, by the way-he did some other shit. Then you passed out and he went unconscious so I took you here and I guess I fell asleep," he briefly summarized.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

"You're sorry? What are you sorry about?"

"I'm sorry that you saw that and that you got involved. He can get pretty violent sometimes," I sniffled.

"If I wasn't there it would have been much worse for you. It's not like that's the first time I've been in a fight before." I tried to shift positions but the pain in my abdomen returned. I groaned and held my stomach. "Are you okay?" Harry asked.

I shook my head in response.

"Where does it hurt?" He questioned.

"Stomach," I groaned. He sat up and turned towards me.