Broken

Chapter 23

AUTHORS WARNING!

Please skip to next chapter if your not keen on... that kind of stuff. Things are about to get serious ;) xoxo

He took me back to his house,

practically dragging me up the stairs. It felt like someone had lifted a ton of bricks off my shoulders, my legs felt like jelly. Harry placed me safely on the couch, crouching on the floor in front of me and squeezing my hand firmly.

"They can't hurt you anymore," he said reassuringly.

But that was just it. They could.

" Mum...she cried," I whispered.

"Don't Kristen," he said quietly," stop doing this to yourself."

He made me tea and sat on the coffee table looking at me. Emotions that I couldn't release in the prison were seeping out of me. Confusion. Guilt. Anger...

"You need to let them go," he said.

I nodded and looked up at him, smiling sadly.

"I don't need anyone else," I said, clasping his hands.

"Hey, look on the bright side. It's not long till your birthday, look at it as a new beginning."

"Harry?"

He looked at me oddly, waiting for my question eagerly.

"For my birthday...I... I want you to tattoo me," I said, biting my lip nervously.

I knew that once I was sixteen it would be legal, and I wanted him to do it.

"Really? Are you sure?" he asked, surprised that was what I wanted.

I nodded hopefully, picturing where and what I wanted my tattoo to be. He smiled and kissed my forehead,

"I would love to do it for you."

He pulled a photo album off a shelf and sat beside me. The book was full of tattoo ideas, some weird and wonderful, others girly and cute. We flicked through them, picking out our favourites.

"I want a symbol of my freedom," I said.

He skipped pages and stopped at a picture of a girls back, little birds flying round the curve of her shoulder. It was perfect. We smiled at each other and nodded, this was the one.

"I love it," he said, telling me to turn around.

He moved my loose t-shirt down, looking at my back as if it was a plain canvas. He drew with his finger, picturing exactly where it would be and how the birds would soar. I listened intently, an image of how I thought it would look in my mind. I felt nervous by the fact that it would be painful and permanent, but I wanted that from Harry. He kissed my back, working his way up to my neck. I turned slightly so he could kiss my lips, pushing him down. My hair fell over his face, ticking him. He tucked my long blonde curls behind my ears, biting me. I liked the way he nipped my skin between his teeth, pulled my hair gently. I touched his piercing with my finger, jumping off him.

He watched me walk over to his CD rack, crouching down to flick through them. I picked "The 1975" album, sliding it into his little CD player.

"Classic," he sighed, his foot bobbing along to "You."

I climbed back onto his torso, kissing him in time with the music. His hands slid up my t-shirt, pulling it over my head.

"I can't wait anymore Kristen," he groaned.

"Then don't," I said, pulling his hair.

He looked up at me, brushing his hand through my hair softly.

"Are you sure?," he asked, lifting me up onto his hips.

I nodded excitedly and he carried me through to his room, laying me down slowly. My hands slid up his shirt, taking it off completely. He unbuttoned my jeans, tugging them off, me doing the same. He pulled the sheets over us, my heart pounding. His thumb was hooked in my knickers, he paused,

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.

"You can't hurt me Harry," I said, stroking his cheek.

He pulled them down, letting them slide off my toes. He unhooked my bra, pulling the straps down slowly and making me nervous. I closed my eyes, his breath tickling my lips. He pressed into me, our mouths latched together. I felt our bodies become one and moaned, my back arched.

"I'm sorry," he groaned, kissing my chest.

My toes curled, grabbing a bundle of the blankets and squeezing it hard. He moved slowly, kissing my lips gently and holding my hand.

"Harry," I cried, my eyes brimming with tears.

He looked down at me, he looked scared. His finger traced my lips, relaxing my tense shoulders. I scraped my nails down his back, making him wince.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear, pulling at it with his teeth, "please don't cry."

I nodded and kissed his collar bone, his hand squeezing my sharp hip. My doubts suddenly melted away. All I could concentrate on was Harry. I could see our silhouette on the wall, my leg moving up his waist. It looked right, like our bodies were made for each other. He held me close, his skin soft against mine. I felt hot, sticky. The windows steamed up making the room feel clamy. Our breath was faster, shaky. Harry looked at me, noticing how exhausted I felt. He kissed me one more time before releasing me, giving me my body back. We caught our breath, lying awkwardly on his bed and looking directly at each other.

It was the best few minutes of my life.

"Did...did I hurt you," he asked, squeezing my hand by his side.

I shook my head, squeezing back.

"No, I'm fine," I breathed.

I felt different. My heart was thudding away inside me, my stomach jumping around happily, " better than fine actually."

He laughed and slipped his leg out if the bed. I watched him stand up, his body completely bare. He pulled his Calvin Klein's on quickly, looking over his shoulder at me.

"Do you need anything?" he asked.

I could hear The 1975 still playing in the background and smiled, shaking my head.

He kissed my cheek and went to the kitchen, leaving me in his bed naked and hot. I slid my leg out and quickly pulled my underwear and t-shirt back on.

I peered at myself in the mirror on the wall and bit my lip. My hair was a tangled mess, my legs shaky and slightly bruised. I didn't know what to do after...after what we did? He came back into the room and laughed at me, holding out a cup of water.

"You don't know what to do with yourself do you?" he asked.

"I'm not used to this kind of stuff," I said blushing.

"Me neither..." he said and rubbed the back of his neck.

I nearly choked on the water an sat it on his dresser.

"Wait, you've never-"

"Nope," he admitted, "I...I guess I was waiting for the right person?"

I felt privileged to be his first. I thought Harry would have had girls throwing themselves at him, but he waited until...me?

He came closer, running his hands up and down my arms.

"I wanted to be your first," he whispered and kissed me again, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.