Broken

Chapter 8

"Harry....," I whimpered, "Harry stop."

His teeth were grazing my neck, biting my collarbone, I couldn't keep up with him.

He looked down at me sadly as I turned around, pulling on my jumper. I felt insecure about my body, I hardly knew Harry but I felt like I wanted to please him.

"You seem tense," he said," like no ones ever touched you before."

He reached his hand up my jumper, his fingers gently scratching my hip. I gasped, swallowing the huge lump in my throat that he had created. He was right. No one had ever touched me like this before, so gentle, so intriguing... I wanted more. He smiled, moving his hand further up my body," Im right, aren't I Kristen?"

I pushed him away from me, shaking my head. I grabbed my bag and headed for the door,

"I can't do this-"

I touched to door handle, opening the door a crack as he pulled me by the waist. Harry turned me round to face him, pressing his body hard against mine. I banged my head off the door and squeezed my eyes shut, what was he doing to me?

"But you want to?" he said in my ear, making me shake.

His hands were placed firmly round my wrists, waist pressed right into mine. My leg was almost round his hip, there was no way of escaping his grasp...and maybe I liked that.

'Harry..." I moaned, my head hanging in shame.

He lifted my chin with his finger forcing me to look right into his eyes. He looked playful, mischievous...but he could tell how awkward I was and loosed his hands on me.

"I don't want you to be afraid of me," he whispered.

He kissed me softly, feeling more intimate than when he sank his tongue into me. His hands moved down to my waist, pulling me up...now I was afraid. He wrapped my legs round his hips, moving closer into my body. I pulled his hair as he kissed my neck, biting it softly. He groaned, nipping me harder. I liked having this control. His hair was surprisingly soft to touch, I kissed the stud on his eyebrow, biting it between my teeth. This was not like me.

"Harry, put me down," I said and he let me slip down to my feet.

My hand curved round the door handle behind me, tempted to run away, "we...we should go."

He looked over at the smashed perfume bottle and raked his hand through his hair again. I noticed how he did that when he felt guilty or frustrated, I hoped he wasn't frustrated with me.

"Ill get you a new one, I promise," he said and I felt surprised.

I choked as the overpowering fragrance filled my lungs, it didn't quite smell so good anymore. He laughed and opened the door for me, letting in a woosh of fresh air. I breathed in, trying to relieve my sore head. I could feel him glancing at me, watching the way my body moved.

"I can't believe no ones...done anything to you yet," he said frowning.

I hit him across the head, wishing he wouldn't go on about it.

"Shut up you!" I laughed.

"Well how can they resist? I know I can't."

" Do you want me to beat you up?" I asked.

"Well....?"

"Don't even answer that," I begged.

He smiled and slid his arm round my shoulder. I looked up at him, wondering whether to shrug him off or just go with it? But his arm felt good pulling me closer to him, I felt safe which I hadn't felt for a long time.

We walked along the road to my house, feeling like every teenager that we passed was staring enviously. And I could understand why. I could see his tattoos through his white t-shirt, imagining a perfect body hiding underneath. I stopped outside the door, wondering if he would kiss me again.

"Do you...want to come in?" I asked this time.

"Sure," he said, waking through the door behind me.

He looked around the not quite as elegant staircase, they weren't shiny and black, they didn't spiral all the way up like his. I unlocked the door and welcomed him in. The flat looked better inside, it was small but quirky and unique. My favourite part of the house was the large window in the living room with a view of the park ahead. The trees were beautiful shades of orange and red, brightening up the grey brick walls outside. I had hung cheap fairy light on the curtain pole and tall green plants curling up either side. It wasn't much but it was home, to me.

"Well...this is it?" I sighed, " it's not much but-"

"It's cute," he said, picking up a small owl ornament I found in a charity shop.

I blushed at my cringey little piece of china and sat on the second hand white leather couch. I had draped hot pink blankets over it to hide and peeling fabric and scratches.

Harry crouched beside the small tv, looking through my stack of old DVDs. He picked one up and waved it at me.

"Your a fan of horror?" he asked surprised.

I turned my head sideways, trying to read the title, insidious. I bit my lip, I was a bit of a wuss when it came to ghosts and paranormal activity.

"Well...."

He laughed, gesturing if he could put it in the DVD player. I nodded reluctantly, going into the kitchen to find goodies. I opened the freezer, remembering that I had bought my favourite strawberry 'carte dor' ice cream for a treat. I grabbed two spoons and took them through to Harry who was now sitting on the couch watching the ever lasting adverts. He smiled when he saw what I had in my hands and I handed him one of the spoons.

"Nothing better than ice cream out of the tub," I sighed, flopping down beside him.

"Agreed," he said, opening the tub and letting me have the first spoonful.

I savoured it, letting it melt on my tongue and slip down my throat.

He skipped the adds and I felt relaxed, sinking into the couch close to him. I found myself resting my head on his chest, his arm hanging over my stomach. It felt like we had known each other for years. I jumped and covered my mouth, watching the poor family on the movie's lives being ruined by a paranormal creature. Harry laughed, patting my head as I say bolt upright, eyes fixed on the tv.

"Okay I admit it, I'm a wuss," I cried.

I took another spoonful of ice cream to comfort me, sucking on the spoon.

He stared at me oddly and chuckled to himself. I glared at him and laughed too, not really sure what I was laughing at.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"It's just...."

He moved closer to me, making me fall back into the arm of the chair. His eyes scanned my face before licking a smudge of strawberry ice cream off my face and smirking sexily. I fluttered my eyelashes, pulling him down by his t-shirt. He balanced himself, leaning on his arm and practically lying on top of me. Our legs were tangled, our lips so close I could taste the ice cream from his breath. He closed his eyes and kissed me, my lips parting, our tongues clashing once again. Harry took my breath away, making me gasp for breath when I had the chance.