Broken

Chapter 24

I couldn't sleep. Harry lay next to me,his calm breathing making me jealous. I wanted to sleep, I wanted to forget about my parents in prison. But I couldn't.

I pictured mum in her cell, curled up on the rickety iron bed. For some reason it made me feel...sad?

"Why are you pitying her?" the little voice in the back of my head asked, frustrating me.

I sighed angrily and kicked the covers off me, walking on the cold wooden floor to the living room. I flopped onto the couch and picked up a Rolling Stones magazine. The stories bored me and I looked around for inspiration. The image of mum flashed before my eyes again and I winced at the thought of my hand slapping her cheek. She infuriated me. Why didn't she stick up for me? Her only daughter. I knew she didn't want to do it, I knew dad had influenced her. But I couldn't help but hate her and want her to love me at the same time.

Harry's bedroom door opened, a tired lopsided version of him peering round at me.

"You okay?" he mumbled.

"Can't sleep," I whispered as he sat beside me, ruffling his hair.

He put his arm out to me and I lay in the curve of his toned body as he rubbed my cold arm.

"Come on," he said, pulling me up to my feet.

"What? Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see," he said grinning.

He pulled his jeans on, throwing mine at me.

"Harry it's three o'clock in morning! It will be freezing outside!" I cried.

He took my hand and ignored me, dragging me down the spiral staircase and into his car.

I had no idea where we were or what the hell we were going. We were practically in the middle of no where.

He pulled up in a field an jumped out, leaving me in the car.

"Harry!" I cried, following close behind.

He slipped down a sand dune and onto a tiny little beach. It looked beautiful. The moon was reflecting off the water, calm and still. I noticed Harry pull his clothes off in the distance until he was butt naked.

"What the fuck is he doing?" I muttered, nearly falling on my face as I slid down the sandy hill.

He ran into the water until it was up to his waist, turning round and laughing at me.

"What are you waiting for?" he called, shivering slightly.

"Harry are you seriously telling me that your expecting me to go swimming in that? It's freezing!" I called back, wrapping my arms around myself.

"Eh yeah," he said laughing.

I rolled my eyes and unzipped my jacket, the cold surrounding me.

"Why am I doing this?" I asked myself as I pulled my jeans down to my ankles.

I heard him clapping and I stuck my tongue out at him as I tugged my t-shirt off.

"Holy shi-"

"Wuss!" he shouted, "get in here!"

I dipped my toes in and screamed, I couldn't believe he was making me do this. I had never been skinny dipping before, it had never been on my list of things to do. My hands were covering the bits I didn't want him to see, even though it was pitch black. I waded further into the midnight blue water, clinging onto Harrys wet skin.

"See,it's not so bad?" he said, holding me up by my elbows.

My body was shaking with the cold, I could have swore I had hyperthermia.

"Yeah..." I sighed.

He splashed me in the face, my mouth hanging open with shock, "oh it's on."

I splashed him back, his hair dripping wet. We pushed each other under the water, wrestling and kicking. He grabbed my waist and wrapped my legs around his body, kissing me with his wet lips. Water dripped off his nose and onto my cheeks, my arms draped round his neck. My hair floated around the bottom of my waist as I slipped up and down his body.

"Feel better?" he asked, flicking my bottom lip with his thumb.

"Much better," I whispered.

I let my hand glide across the water, little ripples forming from my touch. It was perfect. I kissed his neck, sucking at his skin and leaving a little red love bite. He pushed his way through the water, laying me down on the wet sand. He kissed his way down my chest, my legs tightly wrapped around his hips.

"I love you Harry," I breathed as our lips grazed against each other.

"I love you to," he said, moving my hand up the sand and squeezing it tight.

My teeth were chittering and he pulled me up, wrapping his shirt round my shoulders.

'Come on, your freezing," he whispered, pulling his boxers and jeans back on.

He took my hand again and we ran to the car, throwing our clothes into the back seat. He grabbed a blanket from the boot and threw it over me, trying to start the car.

"Shit," he muttered.

He tried again, nothing. We were stuck, "fuck I'm so sorry."

I burst out laughing and he looked at me oddly, but soon laughed himself.

"Looks like we're gonna be stuck here for a while," I sighed, checking the time on the radio.

It was too late the call a garage to come get us and it was too far to walk back to Harry's. We had no choice. I grabbed my t-shirt and threw it over my head to keep me warmer. He showed me how to pull the seat back with a leaver at my side, making it horizontal. It was uncomfortable and squished in the car, but I was so cold and tired I could have slept anywhere. I closed my eyes, our fingers tangled together as I finally fell asleep.