Broken {HarryStyles}

Chapter Eight

>>Thalias POV<<

"Are you done yet?" Harry whined from outside the door. I've been in here for a good 10 minutes, contemplating whether to go out there. My hair was in a messy bun, and some bb cream was on my face, I knew this one stayed on pretty well with water. His top came to half way down my thighs, showing a lot of skin but atleast my cuts were covered. My tan curvy legs were covered in bruises, and I felt disgusted.

"Y-Yes." I say, grabbing the door handle and walking out the room to Harry. Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was looking me up and down.

"Here." Harry handed me a towel and I held it over my wrists, feeling self conscious.

"C'mon." He grabs my hand and pulls me downstairs, taking me to his conservatory area before outside to the pool. He stepped in and I stood by the edge, before dipping my foot in and walking down the steps. It was warm in the pool, and also outside of the pool.

Once I got to the last step, the water was rised to my rib line.

"Shorty." Harry grinned, as the water came to just above his hips.

I chuckle, swimming away from hear in fear just incase this was his plan to drown me.

Once I was further away I went to stand but realised how deep the water was, so I went underwater. I pushed myself up from the ground and coughed, Harry came rushing over.

"Are you okay?!" Harry asks, lightly grabbing my hips to keep me up. I nod, trying to swim to the edge. He brought me to the edge and I grabbed the black towel, thanking him for giving me black because otherwise they would become the colour of my face. I wiped my face lightly, before turning around.

Harry's hands were still on my waist, his face extremely close to mine, and I could feel his breath on my neck.

His face dipped down to my neck, lightly kissing it. It felt good, though I was still tense. Harry froze before moving his head away.

"I-I'm sorry I don't know what came over me." Harry rambled. I was still in shock.

While in shock, I just realised he was shirtless, and boy he still looked good like earlier.

"It's okay." I say, I did quite like it, but I shouldn't.

"I'm sure you enjoyed it." He smirks.

"Not one bit." I spoke confidently, smirking back.

Why am I doing this! I should be hating him.

It's 7am and were being all close with each other.

Maybe I'm just tired.

"What if I.. did this." Harry's lips lightly brush mine, before he pressed them onto mine, kissing me. I kissed back.

Fuck why am I doing this?! I was worried if I stopped he'd hurt me, and spread to everyone that I tried to kiss him.

My hands were on his bare chest, and his hands were on my hips as we moulded our lips against each other.

We pulled away, catching out breath, before Harry took my hand and pulled my arm towards his lips, kissing every single one of my cuts.

"Promise me not to harm your beautiful skin again?" He whispers.

I swallow, nodding. I'm not promising.

"I'm so sorry." He broke down.

"For what?" I ask. "For hurting you, for ever laying a hand harshly on your body. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

"I can't forgive you just yet. For all I know you can go back to normal tomorrow, I could easily turn into your punching back right now." I whisper, knowing my voice will break.

He cried onto me, my arms were wrapped around him.

Why is this happening, usually id think of a way of stabbing him in the head with out him seeing what I'm planning to do.

"I will forgive you one day. But I'll never forget."

THIS IS SO SHIT IM SO SORRY
I KNOW ITS ALL GOING TO QUICK BUT LIKE SHE HAS LIKED HIM SINCE SHE WAS 12, PLUS SHES NIT IN LOVE WITH HIM NOW SHE STILL HAD HATRID FOR HIM.

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