Broken {HarryStyles}

Chapter 12

>>Thalias POV<<

I woke up the next morning with a huge head ache, snuggled under the quilt in Harry's arms.

I'm still not sure what Harry thinks of me, I'll have to ask him.

I reached over to grab my phone, seeing the time was 10:03am. We missed school once again. I noticed I had a few texts from my dad, telling me to get my arse home or he will kill me, another one saying he's going to kill me since I didn't come home.

Well, shit.

"What are you looking at?" Harry asks, making me jump. His morning voice was extremely sexy- no.

I showed him my phone, and Harry shook his head. "Your not going back home. Ever."

"What- Harry I-I-" I stutter.

"We will collect your stuff, your just not going back to that hellhole." He spat.

"But your parents-"

"My parents won't care, they're barely home and I'm sure they would love you anyway. They also will prefer you to the other girls that've been here." I frowned when he said the last bit. "That was 2 years ago, don't worry I don't do that no more."

"Okay, thank you." I agree, I mean I don't want to go back to that shit hole.

"Is your dad home today?" He asks, I furrow my brows, thinking. Today's Thursday, so no he isn't. I shook my head no. "Ok let's go now then yeah?" I nod and stand, looking down.

"Uhm, I can't go in this.." I say, I inly had in Harry's white top on that went about mid thigh. I seemed to be alright around Harry and showing skin, he hasn't judged me for my scars.

"Oh here, I'll go to my sisters room quick.." He mumbled under his breath.

"Sister?" I ask confused.

"Yeah.. And?" He asked.

"I never knew you had one." I smiled.

"Yeah, her names Gemma, she doesn't live here anymore since she now lives in America, she comes and stays here about once or twice every year." He says standing up and stretching.

I nod, and smile. He returns the smiles and walks out the room to go and get some clothing from his sisters room.

Harry came back and handed me the clothing, and I thanked him. I walked to the bathroom and got changed. It was ripped denim jeans and a v neck loose cami which was a khaki colour, one of my favourite colours.

I quickly combed through my hair and put it up in a messy pony tail, before brushing my teeth with the spare toothbrush I had used before.

I used my own deodorant and sprays that I had in my bag and slipped on my shoes.

"Ready?" Harry asks, he had on black skinny jeans and a long sleeved white top that was tight and showed off his muscular build.

Once we got to my house, I knew he weren't in because is car wasn't parked in the drive way. I grabbed the spare key from under the mat and unlocked the door, walking in and kicking a beer bottle out of my way.

"I'm sorry for the state of the place, I used to clean it up but now it's just disgusting." I say, starting to walk up the stairs. I walked into my room which was the tidiest room of the house.

I pulled down my suitcase from the top of my wardrobe, and started to pack my clothes.

"Do you want any help?" Harry asks, I nod. "Uh, what do you want me to do?" He asks.