I'm Broken {Harry Styles}

Chapter 24

| Lacey's POV |

"Call your work and tell them you won't be in for a week," Harry said.

"What? A week? I can't go a week without going to work," I argued.

"Yes you can. You're injured."

"No, I mean obviously I can go a week without working, but I need the money," I sighed. "My job is the only thing that is keeping the bills paid. It is quite clear that my father does not help much."

"Lacey, you are physically unable to go to work. I wasn't asking you to call, I was telling you," he demanded. "Now give me your phone." He held his hand out for me to give him my phone.

"I can make my own phone call." I rolled my eyes.

"No electronics if you want your brain to work, now give it over." He held his hand out once more. I gave in and handed him my crappy old phone.

"How do you use this thing? It's so old and bulky," he laughed. I just shrugged.

"It's not like I can afford a better one. Maybe if you let me go to work then I could," I hinted.

He just laughed. "Not happening," he handed me the phone. "It's ringing," Harry said as I put it up to my ear.

"Hello, Lucky Lou's, how may I help you?" I heard Bella answer the phone.

"Hey Bella, it's Lacey," I responded. "I can't come in to work for about a week or so."

"What? Lacey, why?" She questioned.

"I, uh, family troubles," I lied. "I have to go down to Liverpool to see my grandmother."

"Oh, well I'm sorry. I'll let Robert know." Robert is the name of our boss.

"Thanks Bella, have a good day."

"You too, bye."

"Bye," I said and hung up. "Well, I am officially not going to work for a week."

"Good. Now you're stuck with me," Harry said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Entertain me. I can't watch TV, I can't read, I can't go on the computer, and-worst of all-I can't sleep," I groaned.

"Knock knock."

"Who's there?" I stupidly played along.

"Dozen," he had to bite his lip to keep from laughing and I couldn't help but stare. His plump, full lip grasped behind his square, white teeth. Who wouldn't be dazzled by this charming boy?

"Lacey," he reminded me. I shook my head and blushed at the fact that he caught me staring.

"Dozen who?"

"Dozen anybody want to let me in?" This time a full grin erupted on his face, his dimples etching themselves into his cheeks.

"Knock knock," I came up with me own.

"Who's there?" He eagerly said.

"Harry." We both giggled. His laugh is so cute.

"Harry who?" There was no way this boy was getting distracted.

"Harry up, it's cold out here." He smiled once again and began another of his own. I cannot believe that this boy who is telling me knock knock jokes was the same person that beat up my dad not even ten hours earlier. I was entranced by his captivating looks. His hair all messed up from being slept on, his clothes all twisted on his body. His eyes were a bright green and his smile even brighter. He may look like a tough guy, but he really is just some cute, cuddly boy who want affection. I may not know him very well, but I can see that he is lonely. Yeah, he has his friends like Liam and Niall and Louis, but what about his family? That is who I really want to learn about.