Heartbreaker
Chapter 3
You're fucking perfect. The words repeated over and over in my head like the lyrics to a song. Of course, I blushed like an idiot when he said it but my wall came up again and I responded with humour — it was a back up plan.
I was sat rather comfortably on the white swivel chair that was placed in front of my cream desk, finishing the last of my math equations with the help of my fingers to count up the simple stuff. Usually, I'd put it off until the lesson just before but I figured due to the complexity of it, I'd have to put in a few hours for it.
"I'm sorry but in what language does x equal y?" I scoffed, laughing to myself — not entirely sure whether it was just because I was hilarious or because I was probably going to fail and have to become a cleaner or a stripper or something.
"Algebra," a voice appeared behind me, "Algebra is the language in which x equals y." I swivelled around to face Niall who had a smirk on his face and a cocky stance in my open doorway. I faked a laugh and brought my left leg up to tuck it under my chin, a way I always found comfortable.
"Alright smartass, thanks for filling me in." I shook my head, fighting the laugh from escaping and the smile from turning up the corners of my mouth. Niall pushed himself from the door and waltzed over to me.
"No problem baby sis," he sang, jumping comfortably onto my bed and throwing his arms behind his head, "So, why you doing your math? I thought it was like a tradition to do it last minute or something."
I rolled my chair away from the desk and span it so I faced him, "You know me; I love to spice things up." I grinned childishly. He scoffed and rolled onto his side, playing absentmindedly with the tatty teddy I'd been given for my sixth birthday as I glared at him.
"You, spicing things up?" He laughed degradingly, "You freaked out when you found out mom used a different sauce on your chicken." I blushed and span my chair around fully until I was facing him again.
"It's different when it comes to food–"
"Or drinking, smoking, the bathroom schedule, if your bedroom is messy or whatever. Yeah, I can totally see the whole 'spicing it up' thing works in your case." Niall smiled smugly, knowing he was right as usual.
"Yeah well, I don't see you making any changes in your life — how many parties have you passed up to play modern warfare?" I smirked, seeing his cheekbones turn a rosy pink color.
"You should just be glad I cover for you and don't tell mom and dad about your little shenanigans." He retorted, the blush on his face fading as his confidence rebuilt. Kind of a childish threat.
"I'd love to see you go tell them about it all, then I can rat you out for all those porno magazines under your bed." I chuckled, seeing his face turn a color close to a tomato — embarrassing someone never gets old.
"Firstly, I was bored," he defended, "And secondly, what the hell were you doing under my bed?" He looked quite scared in all honesty. I laughed it off and just wiggled my eyebrows up and down once to show him I wasn't going to answer him.
"Fine," he huffed, "I've got a game to finish anyway." Then he stomped out of my room like a child, which made him look even lamer. Seriously, if he wasn't on the football team — he'd be a complete nerd.
"I think you'd better get to sleep, we have school tomorrow!" I called after him but he slammed his door shut before I could fully finish my sentence. "Love you!" I yelled, earning a muffled 'love you too' in response.
Smiling, I tided up my room and got settled in my bed, scrolling through my never ending Facebook timeline and eventually seeing that Harry had posted a status an hour ago;
It's a shame I can't go there, it would ruin everything:(
I almost rolled my eyes. Was he really thinking about that idiot, Kenzie or whatever her name is? He could do so much better than that stupid skank, she's freaking awful and I really wouldn't hesitate to slap her in the face if the time was right.
My phone vibrated and a small box appeared at the top, meaning I had an inbox.
Harry; u asleep?
I furrowed my eyebrows and thumbed back a reply.
Morgan; yeah, I am.
I smirked in amusement and saw that he was typing.
Harry; damn, thought we could've had some of my moms chocolate cookies...
My face lit up and I grinned from ear to ear — his moms cooking was the best.
Morgan; you know what? I'm feeling a lot more awake!:):):) balcony, now!
Quickly setting my phone on charge and pulling a cardigan over my torso, I hobbled out of the balcony door and perched myself on the balcony rail, swinging my legs backwards and forwards as I waited for him. I could see a shadow appearing in his dim lit room and then he came into sight, shirtless and with a batch of cookies piled on a plate.
"Morg?" He whispered, squinting his eyes as though he couldn't make out it was me on the balcony. The muscles in his arms tensed and his hair flopped in the cool breeze as he stuck his head out of the door.
I rolled my eyes, "No, it's slender man." I scoffed sarcastically, fighting the urge to run my hands up and down his muscles. He was the most perfect guy ever — not only because he was gorgeous, but because he was kind, loving and affectionate.
He chuckled and hopped from his door, perching himself on the balcony next to me — careful to place the plate of fresh hot cookies in between us so that I could be the vulture I was and eat as much as I could. I moaned out loud in satisfaction as one entered my mouth, closing my eyes to add to the whole dramatic tasting.
"Nice then?" Harry chuckled, shifting a little closer to me. I nodded and eventually reopened my eyes and let them rove over to his flawless face — and I mean flawless. If you looked at him for a long period of time, you would still not find a single flaw.
He was free of blackheads, spots and blemishes of any type. The only mark he had on his face was a beauty mark, the one I loved most being located under his mouth. I loved everything about him.
"Your mom is the best cook ever, I swear. My mom basically forces me to make dinner every night!" I exclaimed, shaking my head and sighing. Again, I brought another cookie to my mouth and chewed on it, taking in the thick chocolaty taste.
"That explains why Niall prefers take out." Harry smirked, also eating a cookie which meant his jaw was wonderfully at work, clenching once his teeth met to grind the cookie, and unclenching once they parted — his jaw was carved by angels, I swear.
I nudged him in the ribs with my elbow and pouted, "I'm not that bad," I defended, "Desserts aren't my specialty, though." I sucked in my lips and shrugged, absentmindedly going in for yet another cookie.
"I have an awesome idea!" Harry exclaimed, patting my arm with the back of his hand excitedly. I looked at him with my eyebrows raised and a look that read 'go on' splashed across my cold face.
"My moms going out tomorrow. I can cook dessert, you can cook the main?" He had a hopeful glint in his eyes and an adorable teeth showing grin on full view. I nodded and smiled at his expression.
Harry hated being alone. It was ever since his dad left him, his mother and sister. See, when they broke up, Des, his dad, left without even saying goodbye to him and his mother, Anne, went into total depression — she got to a stage where she wouldn't socialize with anyone and had to be sent away to a rehabilitation center.
Harry was only 5 at the time, he'd barely lived his teenage life and then he couldn't because he missed his mother. I remember him spending countless days sneaking into my bedroom at night without warning because he couldn't handle being in the house alone — my parents agreeing to take checks on him of course.
I always left my door open just for him. Some nights, he'd even get brave enough to slide in bed with me and cuddle into me — now it seems laughable for him not to cuddle with me when we went to sleep. I'd knew the Styles family since a young age but other than Harry, they all kept themselves to themselves.
I remember asking him about his dad multiple times, but the last time I did was undoubtedly the worst.
I heard a gentle click from my balcony door and I almost smiled. Checking the clock to see that it was just past 11 — I knew it was Harry. Closing my eyes and pulling my cover over my shoulders, I let out a loud yet soft breath to give off the impression that I was asleep — a thing I'd learned to be good at.
His feet patted softly on the carpeted floor and I could only hear him shuffling ever so gently to reach the bed. He'd done this a lot lately — just come into my room and get into bed with me, he'd even started cuddling his arm around me too.
The weight of the bed shifted as he lay on it and soon enough, we were in a position which I loved so much — his arm draped across my waist, his chest pressed against my back and his legs entangled with my own. Perfect. I shivered slightly as his ragged breaths hit the back of my neck and so he pulled me even closer, holding onto me as though I would fall if he had let go.
"Har?" I whispered softly, tilting my head slightly. He hummed a 'hmm' in reply and I parted my lips again, "You know your dad..." I trailed off, now fiddling with my fingers as I felt his posture stiffen, "I know you don't like to talk about him but–"
Suddenly he jumped from the bed, "Exactly, Morgan, you know I don't like to talk about him so why the fuck would you bring him up?" He screamed at me, his face full of pure anger filled rage. I darted up, shushing him because my parents were asleep but he grabbed me by the arms so tightly that I winced.
"Don't ever bring him up again," Harry's voice was low and dark, his eyes were piercing my own, much like his fingernails into my pale skin, "Do you understand?" He asked lowly. My eyes were glazed full of tears, I had never been afraid of him before.
"Do you understand, Morgan?" He barked, shaking me like a rag doll. I nodded briskly, in too much of a state of shock to say otherwise. His eyes returned to their normal color and his body relaxed again — his nails withdrawing from my skin and his fingers from around my arms.
I inspected my arms where he had held them and noticed moon shape crevasses dug deep into my skin, not enough to draw blood but enough to hurt, and red outlines of where his fingers had been.
"Let's get some sleep, please." Harry spoke up quietly. I hesitantly brought my body to the bed and got under the covers, shaking endlessly and getting no sleep at all because I feared the boy who was right beside me.
The next day he apologized. He cried when he realized bruises were starting to form where he had held me. I forgave him as quickly as he shed the first tear — I knew it wasn't him, it wasn't the Harry I knew that did it to me, it was the one his father brought out of him.
We grew closer and closer from that day. I knew that by not asking him about his father, we would continue too — of course one day I would like to know, but I wasn't going to push him away. I couldn't lose him.
"Quit spacing out, freak." Harry laughed. It was a laugh that was like music to my ears, a music that made me grin whenever I heard it. I finished my cookie and went for the final one on the plate — Harry never dared to take food from me. Wise move.
"I can't help it that your moms cookies take me to another world." I shrugged, a small, wicked smirk easing up the corners of my lips. He span his head towards me and rose an eyebrow.
"I've got something that could take you–"
"Harold!" I scolded, slapping his chest with the back of my hand. I regretted it almost immediately — sure I'd seen his chest a million times, but I'd never touched it without clothes covering it. I felt my cheeks head up, "You always have to go there." I chuckled.
He shrugged and leaned over to bump his shoulder into mine. I returned the action a little harder — eventually we got to the point where he almost sent me from the railing. Of course he found it hilarious.
"Asshole," I muttered, "What if I died just then? You'd miss me so much." I panted, not relieving my grip from the railing just in case he tried it again just to prove a point.
"I would've caught you before you fell, Morg," he said softly, tossing his arm over my shoulder, I nibbled on the skin of my lower lip and looked up to him as he gazed down at me, "Because I couldn't lose you. I wouldn't be able to live without you."
I was sat rather comfortably on the white swivel chair that was placed in front of my cream desk, finishing the last of my math equations with the help of my fingers to count up the simple stuff. Usually, I'd put it off until the lesson just before but I figured due to the complexity of it, I'd have to put in a few hours for it.
"I'm sorry but in what language does x equal y?" I scoffed, laughing to myself — not entirely sure whether it was just because I was hilarious or because I was probably going to fail and have to become a cleaner or a stripper or something.
"Algebra," a voice appeared behind me, "Algebra is the language in which x equals y." I swivelled around to face Niall who had a smirk on his face and a cocky stance in my open doorway. I faked a laugh and brought my left leg up to tuck it under my chin, a way I always found comfortable.
"Alright smartass, thanks for filling me in." I shook my head, fighting the laugh from escaping and the smile from turning up the corners of my mouth. Niall pushed himself from the door and waltzed over to me.
"No problem baby sis," he sang, jumping comfortably onto my bed and throwing his arms behind his head, "So, why you doing your math? I thought it was like a tradition to do it last minute or something."
I rolled my chair away from the desk and span it so I faced him, "You know me; I love to spice things up." I grinned childishly. He scoffed and rolled onto his side, playing absentmindedly with the tatty teddy I'd been given for my sixth birthday as I glared at him.
"You, spicing things up?" He laughed degradingly, "You freaked out when you found out mom used a different sauce on your chicken." I blushed and span my chair around fully until I was facing him again.
"It's different when it comes to food–"
"Or drinking, smoking, the bathroom schedule, if your bedroom is messy or whatever. Yeah, I can totally see the whole 'spicing it up' thing works in your case." Niall smiled smugly, knowing he was right as usual.
"Yeah well, I don't see you making any changes in your life — how many parties have you passed up to play modern warfare?" I smirked, seeing his cheekbones turn a rosy pink color.
"You should just be glad I cover for you and don't tell mom and dad about your little shenanigans." He retorted, the blush on his face fading as his confidence rebuilt. Kind of a childish threat.
"I'd love to see you go tell them about it all, then I can rat you out for all those porno magazines under your bed." I chuckled, seeing his face turn a color close to a tomato — embarrassing someone never gets old.
"Firstly, I was bored," he defended, "And secondly, what the hell were you doing under my bed?" He looked quite scared in all honesty. I laughed it off and just wiggled my eyebrows up and down once to show him I wasn't going to answer him.
"Fine," he huffed, "I've got a game to finish anyway." Then he stomped out of my room like a child, which made him look even lamer. Seriously, if he wasn't on the football team — he'd be a complete nerd.
"I think you'd better get to sleep, we have school tomorrow!" I called after him but he slammed his door shut before I could fully finish my sentence. "Love you!" I yelled, earning a muffled 'love you too' in response.
Smiling, I tided up my room and got settled in my bed, scrolling through my never ending Facebook timeline and eventually seeing that Harry had posted a status an hour ago;
It's a shame I can't go there, it would ruin everything:(
I almost rolled my eyes. Was he really thinking about that idiot, Kenzie or whatever her name is? He could do so much better than that stupid skank, she's freaking awful and I really wouldn't hesitate to slap her in the face if the time was right.
My phone vibrated and a small box appeared at the top, meaning I had an inbox.
Harry; u asleep?
I furrowed my eyebrows and thumbed back a reply.
Morgan; yeah, I am.
I smirked in amusement and saw that he was typing.
Harry; damn, thought we could've had some of my moms chocolate cookies...
My face lit up and I grinned from ear to ear — his moms cooking was the best.
Morgan; you know what? I'm feeling a lot more awake!:):):) balcony, now!
Quickly setting my phone on charge and pulling a cardigan over my torso, I hobbled out of the balcony door and perched myself on the balcony rail, swinging my legs backwards and forwards as I waited for him. I could see a shadow appearing in his dim lit room and then he came into sight, shirtless and with a batch of cookies piled on a plate.
"Morg?" He whispered, squinting his eyes as though he couldn't make out it was me on the balcony. The muscles in his arms tensed and his hair flopped in the cool breeze as he stuck his head out of the door.
I rolled my eyes, "No, it's slender man." I scoffed sarcastically, fighting the urge to run my hands up and down his muscles. He was the most perfect guy ever — not only because he was gorgeous, but because he was kind, loving and affectionate.
He chuckled and hopped from his door, perching himself on the balcony next to me — careful to place the plate of fresh hot cookies in between us so that I could be the vulture I was and eat as much as I could. I moaned out loud in satisfaction as one entered my mouth, closing my eyes to add to the whole dramatic tasting.
"Nice then?" Harry chuckled, shifting a little closer to me. I nodded and eventually reopened my eyes and let them rove over to his flawless face — and I mean flawless. If you looked at him for a long period of time, you would still not find a single flaw.
He was free of blackheads, spots and blemishes of any type. The only mark he had on his face was a beauty mark, the one I loved most being located under his mouth. I loved everything about him.
"Your mom is the best cook ever, I swear. My mom basically forces me to make dinner every night!" I exclaimed, shaking my head and sighing. Again, I brought another cookie to my mouth and chewed on it, taking in the thick chocolaty taste.
"That explains why Niall prefers take out." Harry smirked, also eating a cookie which meant his jaw was wonderfully at work, clenching once his teeth met to grind the cookie, and unclenching once they parted — his jaw was carved by angels, I swear.
I nudged him in the ribs with my elbow and pouted, "I'm not that bad," I defended, "Desserts aren't my specialty, though." I sucked in my lips and shrugged, absentmindedly going in for yet another cookie.
"I have an awesome idea!" Harry exclaimed, patting my arm with the back of his hand excitedly. I looked at him with my eyebrows raised and a look that read 'go on' splashed across my cold face.
"My moms going out tomorrow. I can cook dessert, you can cook the main?" He had a hopeful glint in his eyes and an adorable teeth showing grin on full view. I nodded and smiled at his expression.
Harry hated being alone. It was ever since his dad left him, his mother and sister. See, when they broke up, Des, his dad, left without even saying goodbye to him and his mother, Anne, went into total depression — she got to a stage where she wouldn't socialize with anyone and had to be sent away to a rehabilitation center.
Harry was only 5 at the time, he'd barely lived his teenage life and then he couldn't because he missed his mother. I remember him spending countless days sneaking into my bedroom at night without warning because he couldn't handle being in the house alone — my parents agreeing to take checks on him of course.
I always left my door open just for him. Some nights, he'd even get brave enough to slide in bed with me and cuddle into me — now it seems laughable for him not to cuddle with me when we went to sleep. I'd knew the Styles family since a young age but other than Harry, they all kept themselves to themselves.
I remember asking him about his dad multiple times, but the last time I did was undoubtedly the worst.
I heard a gentle click from my balcony door and I almost smiled. Checking the clock to see that it was just past 11 — I knew it was Harry. Closing my eyes and pulling my cover over my shoulders, I let out a loud yet soft breath to give off the impression that I was asleep — a thing I'd learned to be good at.
His feet patted softly on the carpeted floor and I could only hear him shuffling ever so gently to reach the bed. He'd done this a lot lately — just come into my room and get into bed with me, he'd even started cuddling his arm around me too.
The weight of the bed shifted as he lay on it and soon enough, we were in a position which I loved so much — his arm draped across my waist, his chest pressed against my back and his legs entangled with my own. Perfect. I shivered slightly as his ragged breaths hit the back of my neck and so he pulled me even closer, holding onto me as though I would fall if he had let go.
"Har?" I whispered softly, tilting my head slightly. He hummed a 'hmm' in reply and I parted my lips again, "You know your dad..." I trailed off, now fiddling with my fingers as I felt his posture stiffen, "I know you don't like to talk about him but–"
Suddenly he jumped from the bed, "Exactly, Morgan, you know I don't like to talk about him so why the fuck would you bring him up?" He screamed at me, his face full of pure anger filled rage. I darted up, shushing him because my parents were asleep but he grabbed me by the arms so tightly that I winced.
"Don't ever bring him up again," Harry's voice was low and dark, his eyes were piercing my own, much like his fingernails into my pale skin, "Do you understand?" He asked lowly. My eyes were glazed full of tears, I had never been afraid of him before.
"Do you understand, Morgan?" He barked, shaking me like a rag doll. I nodded briskly, in too much of a state of shock to say otherwise. His eyes returned to their normal color and his body relaxed again — his nails withdrawing from my skin and his fingers from around my arms.
I inspected my arms where he had held them and noticed moon shape crevasses dug deep into my skin, not enough to draw blood but enough to hurt, and red outlines of where his fingers had been.
"Let's get some sleep, please." Harry spoke up quietly. I hesitantly brought my body to the bed and got under the covers, shaking endlessly and getting no sleep at all because I feared the boy who was right beside me.
The next day he apologized. He cried when he realized bruises were starting to form where he had held me. I forgave him as quickly as he shed the first tear — I knew it wasn't him, it wasn't the Harry I knew that did it to me, it was the one his father brought out of him.
We grew closer and closer from that day. I knew that by not asking him about his father, we would continue too — of course one day I would like to know, but I wasn't going to push him away. I couldn't lose him.
"Quit spacing out, freak." Harry laughed. It was a laugh that was like music to my ears, a music that made me grin whenever I heard it. I finished my cookie and went for the final one on the plate — Harry never dared to take food from me. Wise move.
"I can't help it that your moms cookies take me to another world." I shrugged, a small, wicked smirk easing up the corners of my lips. He span his head towards me and rose an eyebrow.
"I've got something that could take you–"
"Harold!" I scolded, slapping his chest with the back of my hand. I regretted it almost immediately — sure I'd seen his chest a million times, but I'd never touched it without clothes covering it. I felt my cheeks head up, "You always have to go there." I chuckled.
He shrugged and leaned over to bump his shoulder into mine. I returned the action a little harder — eventually we got to the point where he almost sent me from the railing. Of course he found it hilarious.
"Asshole," I muttered, "What if I died just then? You'd miss me so much." I panted, not relieving my grip from the railing just in case he tried it again just to prove a point.
"I would've caught you before you fell, Morg," he said softly, tossing his arm over my shoulder, I nibbled on the skin of my lower lip and looked up to him as he gazed down at me, "Because I couldn't lose you. I wouldn't be able to live without you."
Notes
OOOOofkgdkhjd yay another chaptersorry i didn't post the other day, I was at a friends and didn't have internet. tonight I'm going to a scary haunted house thingy or whatever those are called and im pretty sure im gonna die ok bye
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10/12/13