The cab pulls up to the hotel, and I step out onto the sidewalk. All I want to do is get my stuff with the least amount of damage as possible. I walk through the front doors and look down at the small piece of paper the guy back at the venue gave to me. He's scribbled
floor 3, room 327.
I punch the button in the elevator, and feel it begin to move. I lean my head against the wall and take a deep breath.
"Clark..." he says between strangled breaths.
"Your mother, is she okay? Is - is she okay?" I turn towards my dad. His window has shattered all over his lap, and his ashen face is scrunched in pain. His chest is rising in an unnatural way as he tries to inhale.
"hold on dad. the ambulance is almost here, just hold on a little longer." I beg.
"Just tell me she's okay" he pleads. I shift my body in between him and my mom blocking his view of her twisted limbs. I look at his torn up body with damp eyes.
"yeah dad, she's going to be okay." the corners of his mouth tug up ever so slightly in the smallest smile I've ever seen. He stays like that as his eyelids fall.
The elevator jolts and then stops at floor 3. I'm brought back to the small interior of the elevator. I wipe the wetness from my eyes, and bite down on my lip.
"get out of my head." I beg, hitting the back of my head against the elevator wall over and over again. I just need to forget. Please I just want to forget. The taste of blood fills my mouth as the elevator doors slide open. I rub my eyes, trying to rid myself of the gruesome images, and step out into the hallway. I follow signs and quickly reach Harry's room.
"In and out" I whispered before banging my fist against the door. I wait a few moments, but no one comes. I bang again.
"One second" I hear him call in his deep British accent. The butterflies in my stomach waste no time in taking flight. The door swings open, and I stand frozen in front of his tall figure. He looks damn good.
"Look who's come back." he jokes, raising an eyebrow.
"did you take my stuff?" I shoot back.
"ME? TAKE?" He dramatically puts a hand to his chest.
"what would ever make you think that?" A smile curls on his lips.
in and out I think.
"I know you have it, just give it to me." I say annoyed. He leans against the door frame, arm hung lazily above his head.
"okay." he deadpans
"but first tell me why you left in the middle of the night."
His shirt tugs up a little bit revealing his tattoos. I glance down, but catch myself.
focus on what you came for Clark
"Harry. Give it to me." I say through a clenched jaw.
"hmmmm I don't think so." he smirks. I try to push past him, but even I know there's no way I'm getting by his 6 foot person.
"Harry please." I beg. His face falls. Something changes in his expression, and I know he sees how bad I'm hurting. He nods, eyebrows drawn together in concern.
"it's all in the bedroom, I'll go get it. Just wait in the kitchen area." he steps aside, and allows me to walk into the suite. I sit down at a small table in the kitchen while he disappears into the bedroom. I stare out the large window at the city.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
FanfictionClark is guilt ridden with a dark past. Harry has been struggling to cope with his new fame. They can share a million thoughts through one gaze, but it's their unsaid feelings which will be their downfall. "My eyes scanned over her face. Her tongue...
