Broken

Chapter 13

I changed into my uniform quickly, throwing my hair up in a ponytail. Harry was making tea in the kitchen, shuffling around in his black Calvin Klein's. I couldn't help but look down at his crotch. He looked at my uniform, making me feel like I was his little sister on her first day at high school.

"I better go," I said kissing his cheek and turning my back on him.

He pulled me back and pushed me against the kitchen worktop, kissing me properly.

"Ill miss you," he said, letting me go.

I smiled sadly an walked out the door, breathing a huge sigh with the stress of bottling the secret inside me. I checked the time again and sprinted along the road...

I made it just in time, the bell screeching as I stepped into the social area. My chest ached, forehead and palms sweaty. I hoped that Harry wouldn't be angry with me. Why didn't I tell him?

I flopped on my seat in registration, flicking my brick open, noticing I had a text.

"I miss you x"

Harry.

How did he get my number? I smiled and felt the empty space inside me that was missing when he wasn't around.

"I miss you too x" I texted back.

I stared at the kiss at the end of his text message, wishing I could kiss him now. My phone vibrated again, he replied quickly which I loved.

"I wish you were older so I could fuck you when you come back x"

I snorted, the whole class staring at me, making me blush. I couldn't help but feel disappointed, I wouldn't mind being fucked by Harry...

The bell for first period rang and I sighed as it snapped me out of my daydream.

I texted harry back on the way to my class, thinking of something dirty to say back, he deserved a taste of his own medicine. Nothing.

"Haha me too x" I ended up texting back.

I slumped into my seat, floods of other pupils coming in. The teacher went on about highers and exams, my eyes fluttering shut. I was so bored it was unbelievable. I rested my head on the table, closing my eyes and drifting off, plus signs and x's spinning round my head...

I jumped, chairs scraping off the floor and making a chronic screeching sound. My eyes were heavy, dark circles and bags underneath. Sarah the class snob stared at me with disgust. It's not my fault I practically dry humped an unbearably sexy 18 year old and never got much sleep.

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"Thank god," I mumbled as the clock struck 3.30.

I walked home quickly, desperate to see Harry after at least 7 hours. I pushed my key into the lock and hurtled myself in, the silence killing me.

"Harry?" I called, shutting the door behind me. No one answered. I tiptoed into the living room, freaking out that some axe murderer would jump out at me, "okay I'm scared now."

I felt someone's hand slide round my waist, screaming as they pulled me down behind the couch. He kissed me, laughing at my stupidity.

I smacked him across the head, "Harryyyy! don't ever do that again!"

"Aww I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

"Yes, yes you did," I pouted.

He chuckled, tracing my puckered lips and leaning in to kiss me again. I pushed him away playfully and ran into the kitchen, Harry following close behind.

He tickled me, pulling at my uniform.

I flung a nearby cupboard open, an ancient bag of flour the closest item I could reach. I clutched a handful in the palm of my hand, blowing it in his face. It stuck to his hair, tickling the end of his nose and making him sneeze.

"That's it," he said, pulling me onto the work counter. He ruffled his hands in my hair, the flour spreading. I screamed and tried to get away but he had me by the wrists, not thinking of letting me go. He stopped, our breathing fast and unsteady. He moved closer, whispering dirty thoughts into my mouth and pulling me onto his hips. I squeezed my legs tight as he kissed my neck, carrying me towards the bathroom.

He turned the shower on, hopping in with me attached to him like a koala. I gasped as the hot water seeped through my shirt, his body pressing into me with my back against the tile wall. We stripped each other off, biting each others wet skin. He looked good wet. The water trickled off hair, dripping onto my face as he pushed me up and down. The glass steamed up, my hand sliding along and creating a creepy silhouette of my fingers. He groaned as I scratched his back, twisting my gut.

"Wait," I whispered, "aren't you... aren't you going to use a-"

"I'm not having sex with you, not yet," he moaned, "your only fifteen."

I made him put me down, wrapping a towel round my body.

I walked into my bedroom, flopping onto my bed with frustration. Why did age matter? I felt guilty for wanting so much from him, but I needed the feeling, I needed his touch... it helped me forget about my past.

He walked in with another towel round his waist, his hair still wet. I felt him hovering over me, our noses almost touching.

"You understand don't you?"he asked.

I nodded, " I know."

He smiled and kissed me gently, brushing his fingers through my wet hair.

"I wish I could," I he whispered.