Broken Hearted
Chapter 2
~Harry's POV~
“What can I say, mate? I’m irresistible.” Harry wore the smuggest grin ever.
Louis rolled his eyes at me before sitting back in his seat, judging by what he regularly witnessed it wasn’t a statement he could argue with. Women loved Harry Styles.
When she took another glance at me I read the little white tag that was placed right above her breasts.
Isabella.
The flight was mostly an uneventful one, apart from the occasion I almost had a pot full of boiling water poured over me. When Isabella came around with the tea tray, I, even though I wasn’t really keen on tea, asked for a large cup. As Isabella leaned over to pour water in his cup, I slid a hand up her skirt and began caressing her thigh. She jumped out of her skin, spilling the water all over my table.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” She squealed, flustered.
“You can make it upto me later.” I suggested, ending with a sly wink.
There was little Harry enjoyed more in the world than teasing women and watching them squirm as they fought against the overpowering feeling they had to please him. Harry always got what he wanted, he always had and he figured he always would, apart from that one time.
I decided to just fall asleep since the flight to New York from England was a day and a few hours.
*The Next Day* (June 1st)
~Arianna's POV~
The next day morning I wake up early with a pounding and ringing inside my head. I look down at myself and remember every miserable and painful moment that happend the night before. I looked around to see if Gerad were there which thankfully he wasn't. I try to pull of the tight ropes that were burning my flesh furiously. My shoulder was hurting terribly from the stab he had caused the night before, but I had to get away from this pain and misery. After all the times I had been raped by so many men, I was never happy. I was a scared lonley and unloved girl. I was trying, desparatley to take off the ropes but failed miserably. I then looked over to the wierd wooden table right next to the bed that had the glass Gerad broke to stab me with. I was able to grab it. I tried to rip through the ropes and I thankfully was able to cut through one of them. I then cut through the others. My wrists were burning red and bruised. I stared down at my ugly body. Scars everywhere. Bruises on my face and stomache. I grabbed the clothes I was wearing yesterday and put them on quickly, my shoulder and head still in pain. I looked for a way to escape. I figured if I left from the door he might see me and capture me again so I opened the window and punched through the screen. I stepped onto the warm hot grass and into the hot sun. I ran as fast as my skinny legs could take me and when I found a small corner, I sat down hoping no one would see me. I silently cried in my hands. I wish I could be loved. I wish someone could just take the pain away. But I cannot trust anybody. I flinch at every persons movement. When will I be rescued? Next thing I know I pass out once again.
~Harry's POV~
The next day we finally arrive into New York. Before I leave the plane I make sure to get Isabella's number. She tries to act reluctant but fails miserably while giving me the number. I knew she wanted me.
We exit the plane and get into our limo. We have to stay in a hotel for a day then our manager's gonna hook us up with flats for each of us. We even get our own cars. I was planning on taking Isabella to a club, then we could hit the room. When we arrived at the hotel there were screaming fan girls. I made sure to smile at all the older girls. The crowd went wild when I winked. I heard a couple girls scream "Will you marry me Harry?!?" I turned around and smiled then said, "Sure why not." Everyone screamed really loud and started to take pictures. The boys and I ran into the hotel checking in for our rooms. As soon as I got into my room I take out my phone and called Isabella.
"Hello?"
"Isabella it's Harry. Your coming with me to go clubbing tonight. Where shall I pick you up?" I demand.
"Umm... I guess at my hotel. Rosebridge Hilton. Across the street from where your staying."
"How do you know where I'm staying?" I say carefully, and seductively.
"It's all over the news." Her voice embarrassed.
"I'll see ya there babe." I say and hang up without letting her respond. I quickly rush to Louis room.
"Louis! We are going clubbing right?"
"Uh no. The boys and I think it's best for us to just settle for now. Maybe tomorrow." Louis responds.
"Ugh." I spat.
"Ah you little horny boy." Louis laughs.
"I'm leaving." I go back to my room and text Isabella. Change of plans. Were staying at my hotel room. Hx
... Ok. See ya then ;) Ix
I unpack my things and set out a lot of drinks. I then take them upstairs to my bedroom and after I'm done, I go to Isabella's hotel. When I arrive she's wearing a long coat. She must be hot because it's like 97 degrees today. When she opens the door and get's in I drive her to my place. She imedietley kissed me. She pulled off her coat to reveal a Victoria Secret lace bra with a matching panty. It was a light pink and made from soft material. I picked her up without unlocking our lips. This was very satisfing to me. The funny part is that none of this has meaning. I may have had sex with a thousand girls but none of them had any meaning to me. It was nothing like when I made love to Avison. See there's a difference in having sex and making love. And right now, I'm just having sex with a sexy girl that I met on a plane. She takes my clothes off leaving me naked, her still in the pink lace bra. I quickly unhook the back of it and take it off sucking her neck, causing a moan to escape her plump lips. I pull the small pink lace panty off of her bum and throw it across the room, leaving me doing what I do best.
“What can I say, mate? I’m irresistible.” Harry wore the smuggest grin ever.
Louis rolled his eyes at me before sitting back in his seat, judging by what he regularly witnessed it wasn’t a statement he could argue with. Women loved Harry Styles.
When she took another glance at me I read the little white tag that was placed right above her breasts.
Isabella.
The flight was mostly an uneventful one, apart from the occasion I almost had a pot full of boiling water poured over me. When Isabella came around with the tea tray, I, even though I wasn’t really keen on tea, asked for a large cup. As Isabella leaned over to pour water in his cup, I slid a hand up her skirt and began caressing her thigh. She jumped out of her skin, spilling the water all over my table.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” She squealed, flustered.
“You can make it upto me later.” I suggested, ending with a sly wink.
There was little Harry enjoyed more in the world than teasing women and watching them squirm as they fought against the overpowering feeling they had to please him. Harry always got what he wanted, he always had and he figured he always would, apart from that one time.
I decided to just fall asleep since the flight to New York from England was a day and a few hours.
*The Next Day* (June 1st)
~Arianna's POV~
The next day morning I wake up early with a pounding and ringing inside my head. I look down at myself and remember every miserable and painful moment that happend the night before. I looked around to see if Gerad were there which thankfully he wasn't. I try to pull of the tight ropes that were burning my flesh furiously. My shoulder was hurting terribly from the stab he had caused the night before, but I had to get away from this pain and misery. After all the times I had been raped by so many men, I was never happy. I was a scared lonley and unloved girl. I was trying, desparatley to take off the ropes but failed miserably. I then looked over to the wierd wooden table right next to the bed that had the glass Gerad broke to stab me with. I was able to grab it. I tried to rip through the ropes and I thankfully was able to cut through one of them. I then cut through the others. My wrists were burning red and bruised. I stared down at my ugly body. Scars everywhere. Bruises on my face and stomache. I grabbed the clothes I was wearing yesterday and put them on quickly, my shoulder and head still in pain. I looked for a way to escape. I figured if I left from the door he might see me and capture me again so I opened the window and punched through the screen. I stepped onto the warm hot grass and into the hot sun. I ran as fast as my skinny legs could take me and when I found a small corner, I sat down hoping no one would see me. I silently cried in my hands. I wish I could be loved. I wish someone could just take the pain away. But I cannot trust anybody. I flinch at every persons movement. When will I be rescued? Next thing I know I pass out once again.
~Harry's POV~
The next day we finally arrive into New York. Before I leave the plane I make sure to get Isabella's number. She tries to act reluctant but fails miserably while giving me the number. I knew she wanted me.
We exit the plane and get into our limo. We have to stay in a hotel for a day then our manager's gonna hook us up with flats for each of us. We even get our own cars. I was planning on taking Isabella to a club, then we could hit the room. When we arrived at the hotel there were screaming fan girls. I made sure to smile at all the older girls. The crowd went wild when I winked. I heard a couple girls scream "Will you marry me Harry?!?" I turned around and smiled then said, "Sure why not." Everyone screamed really loud and started to take pictures. The boys and I ran into the hotel checking in for our rooms. As soon as I got into my room I take out my phone and called Isabella.
"Hello?"
"Isabella it's Harry. Your coming with me to go clubbing tonight. Where shall I pick you up?" I demand.
"Umm... I guess at my hotel. Rosebridge Hilton. Across the street from where your staying."
"How do you know where I'm staying?" I say carefully, and seductively.
"It's all over the news." Her voice embarrassed.
"I'll see ya there babe." I say and hang up without letting her respond. I quickly rush to Louis room.
"Louis! We are going clubbing right?"
"Uh no. The boys and I think it's best for us to just settle for now. Maybe tomorrow." Louis responds.
"Ugh." I spat.
"Ah you little horny boy." Louis laughs.
"I'm leaving." I go back to my room and text Isabella. Change of plans. Were staying at my hotel room. Hx
... Ok. See ya then ;) Ix
I unpack my things and set out a lot of drinks. I then take them upstairs to my bedroom and after I'm done, I go to Isabella's hotel. When I arrive she's wearing a long coat. She must be hot because it's like 97 degrees today. When she opens the door and get's in I drive her to my place. She imedietley kissed me. She pulled off her coat to reveal a Victoria Secret lace bra with a matching panty. It was a light pink and made from soft material. I picked her up without unlocking our lips. This was very satisfing to me. The funny part is that none of this has meaning. I may have had sex with a thousand girls but none of them had any meaning to me. It was nothing like when I made love to Avison. See there's a difference in having sex and making love. And right now, I'm just having sex with a sexy girl that I met on a plane. She takes my clothes off leaving me naked, her still in the pink lace bra. I quickly unhook the back of it and take it off sucking her neck, causing a moan to escape her plump lips. I pull the small pink lace panty off of her bum and throw it across the room, leaving me doing what I do best.
Updated ASAP
5/3/14