Broken

Chapter 11

We walked along the river Thames, the London eye in front us.

"We're going on that," he said, pointing up at it excitedly.

I gulped. I wasn't the best with heights.

I couldn't help but feel nervous as we stood in the queue which was at least a mile long. Harry laughed as I squeezed his hand tighter as it got closer and closer to our turn.

"Your nervous?"

I looked up at it, the little pods way up in the air.

"Fuck yes," I breathed.

He laughed and slipped his hand round my waist to comfort me.

The queue seemed to go by so quickly, my stomach in tight knots. A guy opened the door to a pod for us, Harry helping me in.

"Harry I don't know if I can do this!" I yelped.

"Of course you can! You can't come to London and not go on the London eye," he said, sitting me down on the white leather seats.

The guy shut the door, locking us in securely. There was no going back. The wheel started turning, juttering slightly. I clung onto Harry who seemed to enjoy the experience. I looked down which wasn't a great idea.

" Oh my god Harry why did you make me do this," I cried.

We were way up at the top, towering over many buildings and people, they looked so small. Harry stood up, peering down at them and making me nervous. If the glass suddenly disappeared, he would be gone.

" Look at that view," he whispered, pulling me to my feet.

He rested his chin on my shoulder, hands pulling me into his body. It was beautiful, "isn't it amazing?"

The pod shook slightly, coming to a complete stop. I saw panicked faces from the family beside us, peering through the glass, they looked so far away.

"What was that?" I asked.

A small speaker above us crackled, a worried mans voice booming through.

"Please do not panic, we are trying to fix the... situation."

"What situation?!" I screamed at it, his monotone voice frustrating me.

Harry laughed, lounging on the leather seats, his body stretched out.

"Looks like we're going to be here for a while," he sighed, not fussed by the fact that we were stuck in the sky in a glass pod, possibly forever.

"It's not funny! What if we're stuck up here...forever!" I cried.

I flopped onto the seat next to him, moving his legs out of the road.

"Then we better make the most of it," he said, pulling me by the arms and onto his torso.

"Harry not now-"

He pressed his finger to my lips, sliding it down my chest. I could feel the electricity from his touch, the lust bubbling away inside me.

"I don't want the whole of London to see us!"

He pushed my hips back, bring them back towards him. I threw my head back and groaned the pod juttering again.

"Saved by the bell," he sighed again.

"Your sneaky, too sneaky," I said, rolling my eyes and jumping off him.

"But I know you love it," he smirked.

Harry confused me. I couldn't tell if we were... together or just friends with extreme benefits. I enjoyed the benefits, don't get me wrong, but I couldn't help but want more.