Broken

Chapter 9

I scratched his back as he pulled my hair, biting me, making me moan. It was crazy, I never acted like this...EVER.

He smiled, pulling at me again.

'Ha-rry," I groaned.

He kissed me again and lifted me up, wrapping my legs tightly round his waist.

"Where's your bedroom?" he asked breathlessly.

I pointed to the door and he pushed through, nearly falling with me hanging from him. He lay me down slowly, straddling me. I was hot, too hot. I felt his hands slide up my jumper, pulling it off and dropping it on the ground. My stomach twisted with nerves, what was he going to do to me now? I slid my hands under his t-shirt, trying not to mess up his hair as I tugged it off. He kissed his way down my chest, stopping at the edge of my jeans. I felt him loosen the button and panicked,

"Stop! I...I'm not ready," I cried.

I curled up in a ball, trying to cover myself up. I felt ashamed that I couldn't do what he wanted... but I wasn't ready, "I'm sorry."

A tear fell down my cheek, I had got myself so worked up and I hated him seeing me like this.

"Hey...it's okay," he whispered comfortingly," I should be the one apologising , I was going to fast."

I curled up even tighter, feeling tense as he hugged me close.

"You don't need to cover up for me Kristen, look at you," he whispered, kissing my shoulder, "your gorgeous."

I looked up at him sadly and he wiped the tears with his thumb before they slipped away. I traced his swallow tattoos with my forefinger, tickling the butterfly on his stomach. He smiled and caught my hands, wrapping them round his neck and pulling me down with him. I lay my head on his chest and closed my eyes as he drew circles on my back...

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I woke in the middle of the night, my neck feeling crooked and stiff. Harry was sound asleep, his chest moving slowly up and down as he breathed. He looked so peaceful, his arm still placed tightly round my waist. I felt groggy and seriously thirsty. I gently lifted his arm off me, laying it down beside him. He groaned and turned slightly, placing his hand where I would have been. I creeped out of the room, trying to be as quiet as possible. The door creaked slightly and I glanced over at Harry to make sure he was still asleep.

I went to the bathroom, blinded by the light. My hair was fluffed up, dark circles under my eyes. I made a face and rubbed them before pouring myself a cup of water. It eased my throbbing head and dry mouth caused by Harry...Harry!

I flicked the light switch, standing in total darkness again. I felt my way through the dark, looking for my bedroom door. I burst through the door, tripped over my knitted cardigan and nearly fell on my face.

"Shit!" I cursed loudly, covering my mouth. I looked over my shoulder to see Harry sitting up and rubbing his eyes, looking at me sleepily.

"What...whats going on?" he asked softly, his voice turning me into mush.

"I'm sorry I woke you, I...couldn't see," I whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He lay topless on my bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black skinny jeans. I looked down at myself, noticing I was exactly the same, standing in my black silky bra.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to fall asleep," he yawned.

I smiled and flopped back on the bed, my hair fanned out around me.

"It's fine," I sighed, my eyes fluttering with tiredness.

He stroked the side of my face, moving down to my hip gently. We turned to face each other, smiling sleepily in the darkness. I felt his face getting closer, his breath on my lips. He kissed me softly, our mouths barely touching.

"Is that it?," I whispered.

He laughed and kissed me properly, under my jaw line and neck.

"Goodnight Harry," I said quietly.

"Goodnight Kristen, he whispered, pulling me into the curve of his body and holding me close...