Broken

Chapter 6

I groaned and rolled over, my head thumping so hard I could have swore someone was punching it.

"Oh my god," I moaned, slowly sitting up and rubbing my forehead.

I looked around the room, wondering where I was. This isn't my room...? This isn't my bed...? I suddenly got a horrible feeling in my stomache, what have I done?

I attempted to get out of the bed, my legs shaking slightly. I still had the clothes I had worn yesterday, giving me a sense of relief. My feet dragged me towards the door, feeling zombie-like and insanely ill. I had never felt like this before. I fell through the door and into a large living room which took up most of the house. Harry sat on an armchair, his arms flopping tiredly over his knees. I couldn't see his eyes , his hair falling over them slightly and sticking up all over the place. I smiled, wanting to rake my hands through it so badly. He titled his chin up to look at me, smirking at the state of me. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I noticed a pile of quilts and pillows scattered on top of the couch, the room was a tip.

"You slept on the couch last night? I asked, feeling bad for intruding and stealing his bed.

"Yeah...I wanted to sleep next to you but I didn't think that would go down well," he grinned, making me wish he really had slept next to me.

He brushed his hand through his hair, pushing it back away from his beautiful eyes. He looked tired, probably feeling the way I did.

I flopped onto the couch, hiding my face in the mound of sheets. I heard him laughing at me and I glared at him, but soon stared laughing myself.

"What did I do last night?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer.

He bit his lip, playing with the small stud in his eyebrow, chuckling as if he was imagining something dirty.

"Where do I start?" he asked trying to wind me up.

"Oh god," I whimpered.

"You danced on the bar, drank jäger bombs...fell on me."

I shook my head, "No. I don't want to hear any more."

"Fell asleep in my arms..."

I looked up at him, my eyes wide. He carried me? He shook his head and sighed sleepily.

"Your as light as a feature."

I groaned and put my face in my hands, I can't cope. He stood up and walked towards the narrow kitchen.

"Do you want something to eat or drink?" he asked," tea... coffee maybe?"

I laughed hoping he wouldn't spill or drop anything on me, "tea,milk two sugars...and no spillages please."

He grinned and picked up one of the pillows off the floor, throwing it at me. I quickly dodged it, me being the one to smirk this time. Harry laughed at his awful throwing skills, the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. The way he smiled, how his lips moved as he spoke to me...

I followed him into the kitchen, leaning against the worktop while he pottered about with cups and tea bags. He leaned over me, our hips almost touching. My lips parted slightly, wanting him to say something...do something. He was calm and mysterious yet sneaky and seriously seductive. I had never met anyone like him before. His hand reach round my waist, pulling a bag of sugar from behind me. He gave me a flirtatious grin and moved away from me, letting me breath again. I watched as he poured the water into cups, dropping the tea bags in so daintily with his huge manly hands. He glanced at me while stirring the tea with a spoon as if he knew what I was doing. Harry handed me the cup and I took a sip, it was perfect, exactly how I liked it.

"You should work at Starbucks!" I said and he laughed.

" Could you imagine?! There would be coffee and squished muffins everywhere. And I don't want to burn you again," he said, but I could tell he was thinking about it.

We sat at the small table, drumming my fingers off the cup and wondering what to ask or talk about.

"So you live here alone?" I suddenly came up with.

"Most of the time," he said, looking at me as if I was an intrusion.

"You didn't have to bring me here, you could have taken me home," I said a little louder than I had hoped.

"I didn't want to leave you alone, you seem...vulnerable," he was pitying me and I found it irritating.

I had been alone all my life. Alone when I lived with my parents, alone when I was in care, alone in foster homes...and now living alone in a cramped little flat. I wasn't vulnerable, I was lonely and hurt. But it felt good to know that he cared. I looked down at my tea feeling ashamed of my past, wishing I hadn't told him.

"Your dancing was very nice by the way," he laughed to break the silence.

I groaned and brushed my hand through my hair, picturing myself strutting up and down and embarrassing myself in front of everyone, " I'm sure it was," I sighed sarcastically,drinking up the last drop of my tea, " I should probably get going."

We stood up, staring at each other across the table, I knew this wouldn't be goodbye.

"Can I walk you home?" he asked hopefully.

"If you wish"

We walked out of the door and down the spiral staircase. It looked like a Victorian student house for emos or goths. It was cold outside, something you would expect for the middle of October. Harry noticed me shivering and pulled his leather jacket off, which made him look totally sexy. He draped it over my shoulders, his hand skimming my back before being stuffed into his pocket. I smiled at him appreciatively, huddling under the preheated jacket.

"Are you working today?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes and nodded, " yeah, unfortunately. Dawna's gonna kill me."

I could imagine what she would say, the anger and disappointment in her voice. I hated disappointing people, plus I really needed this job. I noticed him smile as if he was plotting something and I looked at him oddly, trying to read his mind.

We reached my house and found that it was practically a ten minute walk away from Harry's. I stood outside the front door, playing with saying goodbye or inviting him in.

"Well...this is it?" I sighed, looking up at the drab building.

"So will I see you again?" he asked, moving closer to me.

I stepped back and found that I he had me against the wall, his arm stretched out by the side of my head. His face moved closer, so close they were almost touching. He grinned and kissed his finger, placing it gently on the tip of my nose.

"I know where you live," he whispered in my ear and slipped away, looking over his shoulder at me.

I stared after him, stunned. I shook my head to snap myself out of the trance and pushed the door open. I was halfway up the stairs when I realised the leather jacket that still hung round my shoulders, wondering if I could catch him in time. My feet carried me down the stairs, two at a time and almost flying downwards. I crashed out of the front entrance, the leather jacket hanging on the end of my finger. He was gone. I smiled and held the jacket to my chest, taking in his heavenly scent.