Broken

Chapter 20

I wept down the phone, Lillian going quiet for a second,

"Oh Kristen," she sighed," please don't cry."

" I have to go," I whispered.

I threw the phone at the wall, letting it smash on the ground. I put my face in my hands, raking them through my hair. Why? Why was everything happening all at once? I texted Harry telling him that I didn't think I could make it after all.

"Are you okay? xxx" he replied.

"Yeah, feeling sick all of a sudden xxx," I lied.

"Okay bbe ill come over later to make sure your okay ly xxx" he said.

I stared at the ly at the end and smiled sadly, my shoulders shaking from crying so hard.

I lay on the couch and stared at the ceiling for hours, still wearing my ridiculous costume. Fuck it. My parents have already ruined my childhood, I couldn't let them control the rest of my life. I remembered Harry mentioning Zayn's address and walked, not caring if people stared. It was Halloween after all.

It took me a while, but I made it to the party at long last. Huge pumpkins sat outside the front door, decorations hanging everywhere. Teenagers and college students stood in the garden holding a variety of alcoholic drinks. I walked in, gaining a few hoots and whistles. The house was packed, people dancing and gossiping everywhere. I saw Harry in the kitchen, talking to a blonde haired boy and waved. He looked shocked and ran up to me, smiling at my costume.

"You made it!" he cheered," are you feeling better?"

"Yeah I had a lie down and felt better," I said, staring at his "costume."

He saw me looking oddly at him, he looked exactly the same except his hair was sticking up even more.

"I'm Edward," he said laughing.

I took his drink and downed it to loosen myself up.

He tutted me and I pulled him into the living room where most of the dancers were. The blonde haired guy that Harry was speaking to came up to me, dressed as Jacob I guessed as he had wolves claws on his hands.

"Oh this is Niall," Harry said, introducing us," Niall this is Kristen."

"Hey," he said happily.

"Hey."

A tanned boy with huge brown eyes came in with a tray full of drinks, people pouncing on him. He came over to us smiling politely,

"Happy Halloween!" he said, handing me a cup, "I'm Zayn."

"Kristen. Thanks for inviting me, I needed cheering up."

Harry looked at me, realising I wasn't acting myself. A group of boys were dancing in the middle of the room and I dragged my new friends with me. I danced around, glugging the liquid in the cup down my throat, letting it burn.

"Hi! I'm Louis, Harry's friend," another guy said to me,' this is Liam."

He pointed to someone behind him who waved at me.

"I'm Kristen!" I called over the music," Harrys... I don't even know."

He looked hurt, but the strong alcohol I had consumed had numbed my brain.

"Ill be back in a minute," Harry said in my ear, pushing through the crowd.

I needed more. I couldn't bear to hear my own thoughts.

"Do you want to do some...like shots or something? I asked Louis.

He grinned, "Why not?"

We went into the kitchen, raking through a pile of different bottles. He picked an apple sours and poured it into rather large glasses for a shot. We clinked them together before throwing it back, Louis stopped halfway through but I kept going. He laughed and cheered me on, clapping beside me. It was gone. I slammed it on the table and laughed, my head fuzzy.

I stumbled through the busy kitchen, leaving Louis traumatised. I slipped on a puddle on the floor, nearly falling on my face. Someone caught my arms, pulling me back up. I didn't recognise him, he definitely wasn't one of Harry's friends.My eyes were misty, unable to see exactly what he was doing.

"Watch where your going," he slurred, his face coming closer to mine.

He stank of beer and sick as he tried to kiss me, I felt frozen, unable to move. He suddenly jerked back, Harry thumping him hard in the chest.

"Don't touch her!" he shouted in his face.

I felt my knees buckle, Harry catching me under my arms and hauling me over his shoulder. He took me upstairs and into a quiet room where no one would interrupt us.

"Harry put me down!" I cried, squirming in his arms.

He placed me firmly on my feet, holding me up by the shoulders.

"What are you doing?!" he asked, his voice louder than usual, shaking me slightly.

I held my pounding head, feeling angry and confused.

"Would you stop shouting at me!" I screamed.

"Look at you, your half cut!"

"Why do you care so much anyway!" I slurred in his face, my finger pointing in between his eyes.

His eyes looked softer, grabbing my wrist and pushing me up against the wall.

"Because I love you Kristen," he whispered in my ear, kissing my lips and sinking his tongue into my mouth, "I don't like other guys touching you."

I burst into tears and I couldn't remember why, sinking down to my knees. Harry came down with me, holding me close and stroking my hair. I cried into his shoulder, squeezing his t-shirt in my hands.

"But why? I...I'm broken...damaged goods," I cried.

Everything just happened so fast and my body couldn't cope, physically and mentally. He buried his nose in my hair, not phased by my tears soaking his shirt. I looked up at him, letting him wipe them away.

"Your tears should be bottled, they're too precious," he sighed.

I nuzzled into his chest as he rubbed my back, his heart thumping in my ear.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I love you too Harry."

He lifted my chin with his finger and I closed my eyes, waiting for him to kiss me again. I could feel his breath on my lips, touching them gently and pressing them into me.

He picked me up and cradled me like a baby, the way he had the first day I met him. I remembered him taking me downstairs, the thud of music ringing in my ears and the voices of my new friends Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn.

The fresh air hit my face, the leaves crunching under his feet, giving me the impression we were going through the park.

He kicked the door open at my house, laying me down on my bed and undressing me.

"What are you doing?" I groaned.

"Do you want to sleep in a swimming costume?" he asked.

I shook my head and let him peel it off, tucking me in wearing my bra and knickers. He stripped of into his famous Calvin Klein boxers and slipped in beside me.

"Oh Kristen," he sighed, 'you have no idea..."