Broken

Chapter 12

Harry stayed at mine again, it was good to have someone around all the time. It felt...right, as we pulled the sheets and cushions off my bed. Like we had lived together for years. We slipped in, lying staring at each other in the darkness. He turned on his side, his legs tangled in mine. His hand stroked the side of my face before kissing me goodnight, his lips soft and comforting. He moved away slowly, blinking his long eyelashes.

"Don't stop,"I whispered, pulling him back.

He didn't refused, kissing me harder, more vigorously. The bed creaked slightly as he moved closer to me, our hips rubbing against each other. Butterflies fluttered around in my stomach, mixed emotions stirring up in the pit of my stomach. I wanted him so badly. I pushed him back and pinned him down, straddling him.

"Did I tell you how sexy you look in that?" he winked, looking at my black silk nightie, the only decent nightwear I had to sleep in with Harry.

I laughed and kissed him, pulling his hair and twirling his eyebrow piercing round my tongue. My body started to slip up his waist and back down again, I couldn't stop myself. Harry groaned beneath me as I grabbed the iron headboard, squeezing it tight. I moved again, my eyes tightly shut. I couldn't control my own body, my hips doing all the work. His hands slipped up my nightie, pulling it over my head. Luckily I had my bra and nickers on, I didn't feel comfortable naked. My old bed couldn't handle it, making odd noises. I felt sick. Sick with myself for feeling these things. I wasn't used to it.

"I can't do this anymore," I whispered, throwing myself off him and running to the bathroom.

I splashed the water in my face, my legs shaking. I looked at myself in the mirror with disgust,

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked myself.

I dried my face and went back into my bedroom, sucking it up.

"Are you...okay?" Harry asked as I shut the door behind me, leaning against it with shame in my underwear.

"Yes...No...well... Im sorry I don't know what came over me," I sighed.

He laughed and sat up, his arm draped over his knee, the other held out to me. I reached my hand out cautiously, letting him pull me back onto the bed. I sat on my knees in front of him, biting my lip.

"You look cute when you do that," he whispered.

I blushed in the darkness, hoping he didn't notice.

"I'm just... not used to this kind of thing," I said embarrassed.

"I know."

I wondered how many girls harry had been with, how... experienced he was. It made me shiver and I pushed it aside, not wanting the image to enter my mind, "we should go to bed! you look exhausted."

I yawned and lay down beside him, letting him pull me closer and hug me tight...

* * * *

I groaned and rolled over, checking the time on my brick of a phone.

"Shit! Shit, shit, SHIT!" I screamed, jumping out of bed quickly.

Harry mumbled something sleepily, blinking at me.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

I held my shirt and tie in my hands, remembering he didn't know, "wait you... your still at school?"

I looked at him sadly, the disappointment in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" he said his voice slightly louder.

"I was going to I just-"

"How old are you Kristen?"

"Would you just listen!" I cried.

" How old are you Kristen?!" he demanded.

I nibbled away at my lip, something I did when I was nervous, "15..16 in November."

He dragged his fingers through his hair, frustrated with me.

"I could have got in trouble, Kristen. I took you into a club! We...you-"

" I know, I'm sorry," I said to the floor.

He stood up, waking over to me. I didn't like it when he was disappointed with me. His hands cupped my face, not what I was expecting, and pushed his body against mine.

" I just wish you would have told me..." he whispered, kissing my lips briefly before slipping away.