Broken

Chapter 25

I woke up with a crooked neck, my hair like rats tails. Harry was pacing up and down outside on the phone, looking stressed and agitated. He noticed I was awake and hung up, opening the car door.

"Hey," he said, his voice husky.

He kissed my cheek and I looked around, confused. I blinked my tired eyes, remembering my first experience of skinny dipping.

"Hey," I groaned.

He laughed and tickled my chin, "the tow's coming to get us soon... you look like hell."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically, "I feel like hell."

He smiled and sat in the car next to me, turning the radio on. The beach looked different during the day, the sea choppy and grey. It was dead, which wasn't surprising for November. But it was still beautiful to me.

" I had fun last night," he said, his hand rubbing my thigh.

"Me too," I said, " even though I nearly froze my butt off, have sand in my hair and slept in your car with no heating."

He twirled my damp hair round his finger and pulled me closer to his lips. I could taste the fresh taste of mint chewing gum from his breath, his mouth cold and refreshing.

"You know what you like Kristen Stewart," he grinned.

An AA van pulled up beside us, an elderly grey-haired man hopping out. I jumped and pulled my jeans on quickly before he saw me. Harry talked to him for a while before he examined the car. The man nodded at me and waved, I smiled back politely.

"I should be able to work something out here," I heard him say on the other side of the window.

He opened the bonnet and fiddled around, telling Harry to try and start it up. Harry did as he was told and surprise surprise, the beat-up Volkswagen roared, coming back to life again. The old man smiled, his little moustache curling at the ends. He tapped the car happily before jumping into his van again.

"Thanks!" Harry shouted, rolling up the window.

He nodded again and waved as we slowly u-turned out of the field, glancing back at our private little beach...

I stared out of the window at the cute little village on the outskirts of the shore. It was busier than last night, people popping into the random souvenir shops and cafes. The night before when me and Harry had sex was still fresh in my mind. I thought that I would feel different after losing my virginity, but I felt surprisingly normal. I squeezed my hands between my thighs, remembering the new sensation I felt down there not so long ago. It was a sensation that I couldn't put into words, my insides felt like mush, my heart melted. It was just...amazing.

The music blasted through the radio, the sound of Coldplay tying in with the mood.

"Hey...are you okay," he asked.

I smiled, trying to cover up how giddy I felt inside," yeah, just...tired."

My stomach rumbled, I hadn't had anything to eat since Saturday morning as me and Harry were too busy doing... other things?

"Ill take you somewhere to get some food, you'll need it," he said.

We drove further into the town square, me trying to do something with my untamed hair.

"Where are we going now?" I asked, thinking along the lines of McDonalds or KFC.

"I know this place not far from here, you'll like it, promise," he said, squeezing into a small parking space, "we'll have to walk the rest of the way."

I scraped my curls into a ponytail and examined the place. It looked quaint and unique, every shop different from the next. He opened the door for me, the smell of fresh chips and the sea filling my lungs. We walked down a little cobblestone alleyway, winding in and out through the town. It came to a dead end at a little bakery painted in pastel colours and bunting hanging in the windows.

"I used to work here," he said and I burst out laughing," what?"

"Was this before or after your first tattoo?" I asked, trying to contain my laughter.

He blushed and I pinched his pink cheeks.

"Close your eyes," he whispered, "I want you to really take this in."

I did as I was told, Harrys hands over my face. He ushered me towards the door, a little bell tingling as we stepped inside, "take a deep breath, what can you smell?"

I sniffed the air,the aroma of cookies baking in the oven making my mouth water.

"Cookies," I sighed.

"Anything else?"

I sniffed again, "cinnamon...spices, chocolate, bread-"

"Amazing isn't it?" he said, removing his hands.

I felt like a kid in a candy shop. Jars of chocolates and truffles on wooden shelves, cakes and tray bake in the glass window.

"Wow," I breathed.

"You have to try the hot chocolate in here," he suggested, walking up to the counter holding my hand.

I gazed at the treats up for grabs, the white chocolate and raspberry cookies catching my eye, "want one?"

I bit my lip and nodded eagerly, "please."

He laughed and asked for two, handing one to me. I ran over to a table in the corner excitedly, unwrapping my cookie and staring at it.

"Are you gonna eat it or stare at it all day," he laughed, sinking his teeth into his own," I would recommend eating it. God this is good."

I took a bite out of it and groaned. He was right, the cookies and hot chocolate were amazing.

"I love this place," I said, looking around the quirky little cafe.

"I knew you would," he said, eating the last piece of our cookies and savouring them.