I'm Broken {Harry Styles}

Chapter 25

| Lacey's POV |

I had just gotten out of the bath, still too weak to shower, and I was now attempting to put on some of Harry's clothes.

It was now Thursday and Harry was cooking a proper thanksgiving meal. Throughout the week I was unable to do much except lounge around. So that's exactly what we did. Harry read me a few books, since I was still unable to read. I also made him watch a few episodes of One Tree Hill while I just listened to the audio of it. He thought it was "fucking stupid how obsessed they are with basketball." And I tried to explain how it's much deeper than basketball, and about their families and Peyton, and Brooke, and Haley. He just got mad and told me to "piss off".

Harry had to go out to run errands and stuff like that a few times as well. I tried asking him what he did for a living but he just blew me off. Either he was unemployed or didn't have a very serious job because he didn't go to work once all week. But that doesn't explain how he has such a luxurious house.

I stumbled downstairs in sweatpants and a t-shirt, my usual apparel. I had asked Harry to get me bras and underwear since I didn't want to go without any or keep wearing the same pair. He, of course, went to Victoria Secret and got thongs and push-up bras. So that is exactly what I'm wearing under all of these, thankfully, baggy clothes.

"Do you need help with anything?" I asked, leaning into the counter to support myself.

"No I do not," he insisted. "You just go sit your pretty little ass down on that couch and I'll call you when it's ready."

I rolled my eyes. "But I'm bored," I whined. "I've been lounging around all week! I just want to help cook or something."

"Lacey, just sit down. It's better for you to be bored than for you to accidentally fall and injure yourself even more."

"I think I can manage to cook without hurting myself, I do work in a restaurant you know," I huffed.

He just smirked. "No offense, but you can barely get dressed without hurting yourself." He chuckled.

"That was one time!" I argued. The second day I was here I was getting changed and while putting on pants I fell over and started crying. I should really buck up.

"Yes, it was one time, but cooking is a little more challenging than changing into your-or should I say my-sweatpants."

"Can I at least sit in here?" I asked, finally giving in.

"Of course," Harry replied, smiling. He had been being very nice for the entirety of the time I've been here. He has been in a bad mood a few times, but he never took it out on me which I was thankful for.

I sat and watched him for a bit and saw that he was making a shit-load of food. "Who are you trying to feed? The entire continent of Africa?" I joked.

"What? No," he said, turning around from the oven. "I also invited over Liam, Niall, Louis, Eleanor, Danielle, and, um, Morgan," he muttered the last name. I don't know why because I can't remember anybody named Morgan.

"Who's Morgan?" I asked.

He looked surprised at the question. "Morgan? You met her at Zayn's little 'party' thing," he briefly explained. I immediately remembered that she was that slut that clung to Harry all night.

Why would he invite her?

I guess they're friends, but still.

It's not like we are dating.

I shouldn't have a problem with it.

I don't have a problem with it.

"Oh," I said with false kindness in my voice. "That's nice." He just nodded and went back to chopping up carrots or onions or something.

He shouldn't feel bad for inviting her. Why would he? We aren't dating. I don't even like him. Do I? No. I don't.

I sighed and started picking at my nails. I really should paint them, they're getting quite gross.

"What time are they coming over?" I asked.

"About three, I believe," Harry replied. That was about two hours away.

Something just occurred to me that I should have thought about earlier. "Harry!" I screeched, suddenly panicking. "I don't have anything to wear! I can't wear your clothes or else they'll think we are... Doing things... And I can't go home because Dylan might be there! I guess we could go to the store but I can barely stand, much less go shopping. And if we do go shopping what will I buy? Oh my god," I groaned and threw my head into my hands.

"Not to interrupt your mental breakdown," Harry said. I scoffed. If this is what he thought my mental breakdowns were, he is in for a big surprise. "But last time I went out I might have picked you up something to wear." I lifted my head to see him smiling stupidly. I stared at him in disbelief.

"You would do that for me?" I said, awe filled in my voice. He soon looked uncomfortable and looked down.

"Yeah, it wasn't a big deal. I just got you pants and a shirt." He shrugged, playing it off.

"Well thank you so much. I can't go around people looking like this," I gestured down to my hideously large clothes.

"You're clothes should be on my bed if you'd like to change now," he suggested. I just nodded and slowly pried myself away from the stool and hobbled back up the stairs. I opened the door to Harry's room. This is the first time I have ever been in here. The walls are painted a dark blue and, surprisingly, it was very clean. There was nothing on the floor and nothing seemed to be out of place either. On the walls there were a few band posters. His bed was perfectly made, as if no one had ever slept there, with white sheets and a white duvet. Atop the comforter, was a pair of light wash skinny jeans and a black v-neck. I gathered up the clothing and stepped back into the spare bedroom to get dressed.

After the long struggle of putting on skinny jeans, I turned to look at myself in the mirror. My boobs looked absolutely massive. The push up bra combined with a low cut shirt does not add up well. I sighed. I hope nobody thinks I'm a slut. I looked up from my body to my face. I actually didn't look terrible. I have been very well rested and relaxed lately and it is definitely showing.

I then moved up to my hair. Ew. It looked like a massive rats nest upon my head. I took it out of it's-incredibly-messy bun. I went to the bathroom to brush through it, where it only got frizzier. I decided to put it up again, by more nicely this time.

Once I was satisfied I made my way down the long trek to the kitchen. When I got there, Harry was nowhere to be found. I slumped into a seat and just decided to wait since there wasn't much else I could do.

He soon came bounding down the stairs. "Did the timer go off yet?" He hurriedly asked. I laughed and shook my head.

"No, I think you're good." He just nodded and turned to me. He was wearing his usual black skinnies and brown boots. Instead of his usual t-shirt, he is now wearing this tan dress shirt with a hideous pattern, unbuttoned halfway down. His hair was actually brushed nicely and parted to the side. I must say, he looked quite hot.

I looked back up to his eyes to see him shamelessly checking me out. I must say, I am a little proud to have gotten his attention.

No. Stop thinking like that.

I shifted in my seat and coughed a bit to regain his attention. His eyes met my own and he smirked. I immediately looked away, feeling awkward with such intense eye contact.

The oven timer beeped and I looked back up at him. He was still staring at me. His devilish smirk only grew. He winked at me before turning around. That simple action left me all flustered. My breathing became irregular and my heart beat increased to what seemed like twice it's natural pace. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks at the silly reaction I had from him.

Why does Harry affect me like this?

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Hope you all had a great holiday season! I wish you all a great 2015 (maybe some one direction concerts?)

Make sure the person you're kissing on New Years is who you want to spend the year with ;) :*

I know I won't be kissing anyone so I guess I'll spend another year by myself *sigh*