Shattered

" How badly did you beat him Harry?" I asked as I sat there scrubbing blood out of the cracks in his knuckles. I was going to be a nurse after all.

" Well, luckily Marilyn stopped me before I could kill him. Cause otherwise I wouldn't have stopped." He murmered. He must be tired. He probably had such an adrenaline rush while beating Chance that now he's sleepy.

Marilyn was there... But it's ok... They broke up.

" Well I really appreciate what you did Harry, but I don't want you to get in trouble with the police." I decided not to ask about Mari and how she was there, etc.

" well let's just cross our fingers." He muttered under his breath, like I wasn't suppose to hear.

I dried off his hands with a towel and hopped off the counter.

" C'mon. Let's go to bed, you're probably tired."

-

I woke up before Harry. He was still passed out. I decided to let him keep sleeping.

I untangled myself from his arms and walked into the kitchen where the sun had let itself in through the unclosed curtains.

Most girls would be upset or shocked that their boyfriend went to go beat up some guy, but I, I'm not. I was actually quite greatful. So I'm going to make him our favorite breakfast. Eggs and bacon.

wait, did I say boyfriend? No.

I laughed at my thoughts.

He isn't my boyfriend, I think as I pulled out a pan and eggs from the fridge. I wish he was though. we acted like it.

The egg went with a crack and a sizzle as it plopped into the pan.

I wasn't always the best cook, but I made some mean eggs, thanks to Harry. Harry was actually a great cook. One of the many things I loved about him.

I froze with a strip of bacon hanging from my finger tips.

loved? One of the many things I loved about him?

Love. I don't think I've thought about the L word with Harry.

But I definently love him. He probably doesn't feel the same yet but I love him like no other. I've never felt this way about anyone.

They say you know when you're inlove, and trust me, you do.

The way his dimples pop out when he's happy. How I loved his soft side, even though it took a while to show. How perfectly his arm fit around my shoulders. I actually loved it when we fought because it meant we got to make up.

He'd do anything for me, & I'd do anything for him. He makes me stronger. Without him i don't know how my mental state would be since the whole chance incsedent.

" Is that eggs and bacon I smell?"

I turned around to his beautiful, raspy morning voice that turned me on. he had nothing but boxers on and his hair was a mess. I nodded with a smile. He was so beautiful and breathtaking.

" Yes. I was trying to let you sleep. Sorry if I woke you up." I flipped an egg.

He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind.

" You didn't wake me up. God have I ever told you how much I love you wearing my clothes?" He mumbled into my ear. His raspy voice gave me chills as he moved my hair and kissed my neck.

" No," my voice came out shaky. I lifted the pan from the stove and slid the eggs onto two plates, doing the same with the bacon.

" You're the best." He kissed right below my ear before biting my earlobe. I cringed at how good it felt.

" Harry." I moaned.

" Mmm?"

" Let's eat." I spun and kissed his lips before grabbing my plate and running towards the table.

" C'mon Syd, I wanna kiss you."

I put bacon in my mouth. " You just did silly."

he grabbed his plate and walked towards me.

" No I mean, really, kiss you." He winked I smiled.

" Later."

Then there was a knock on the door. Harry's eyebrows furrowed.

" I wonder who that is." He said walking up to the door. He opened it and my eyes widened at who was behind the door.

" Hello I'm detective Riley," he held up his badge but quickly snapped it shut before putting it in his back pocket. " And this is officer Patton," he pointed to te officer next to him. "Are you Harold Edward?"

Harold Edward? What?

" No," Harry snapped. " I don't know who Harold Edward is."

Harry's voice sounded different... His accent was gone. He sounded... American?

" Are you sure? Who are you?"

Harry hesitated. " My name is Landon Wright. And I'm positive."

What the fuck Harry? The detective eyed Harry.

" Can we come in and have a look around?" He asked.

" Maybe when you come back with a warrant." Harry remarked.

The detective bit his lip in defeat and pulled something out of his coat.

" Well, here's my card. Call me if you run into anyone with the name of Harold Edward. Or hear anything about him."

" Will do detective. Anything to help out the law enforcements."

With that harry slammed the door in their faces.

" Harry..." I trailed off. He turned to me with a look on his face that I couldn't quite descipher. " What was that all about?" I asked. He swallowed.

" I guess I better tell you." He walked towards the table and sat down, rubbing his face, running hands through his hair.

His accent was back. Was he faking that American accent for the cops? Why?

Harold Edward? Landon Wright? Harry Styles?

" Tell me what? Why did you tell them your name is Landon Wright and why did they ask if you were Harold Edward?" I asked. He didn't answer yet, just stared at his hands infront of him.

" Why did you fake an American accent to the police?" I kept barging him with all these questions.

"Who are you?" I breathed.

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