Broken

Chapter 26

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November 14th- Night before Kristen's birthday

I hadn't seen Harry since he dropped me off after the bakery. It was the longest we had been apart. My life felt dull and empty without him around 24/7. My doorbell rang and I jumped off the couch, praying to god it would be him. I flung the door open, a chronic squeal coming from one of those annoying party hooters. He was so close it tickled the end of my nose and I glared at him, not amused.

He laughed and let himself in, holding my waist firmly.

"Cheer up," he said," its your birthday tomorrow, woooo!"

"I missed you," I said, pulling him down to kiss me.

"I missed you too," he said, closing the door and leaning against it as I kissed him.

I lead him into the living room, noticing he had a bag in his hand.

"What's all that for?" I asked, peeking inside.

"You'll see," he said, winking one if his green eyes.

He poured the contents onto the worktop in the kitchen, revealing ingredients that gave me the impression we were baking.

"Are we-"

"Baking a cake? Yup, it will give me a chance to show off my amazing baking skills," he was so modest.

He pulled out my random bowls and spoons, scraping his hair back into a bandana. Lust slapped me in the face, making my stomach tremble inside. I watched him chuck the ingredients in a large bowl, handing me the wooden spoon.

"I thought you were the one with the baking talent?" I said, shoving the spoon in and mixing with no elbow grease at all.

"I was just the eye-candy," he said grinning.

I rolled my eyes and continued my pathetic stirring, the mixture eventually coming together. I had heard that if the batter tasted good, the cake would be too. So I scooped a little onto my finger, Harry jumping in first and sucking it appreciatively.

"Tastes good," he said, nipping at my skin with his teeth.

"Finished?" I asked laughing, stealing it back before he got any ideas.

We poured the mixture into a tin and sat it gently in the oven, the smell of home baking filling the air.

"Still up for the tattoo?" he asked, nudging me in the ribs.

I frowned and nudged him back, "yes I am actually."

He laughed as I bit my lip nervously,"your scared aren't you?"

"A little," I admitted.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he promised.

But I knew that was one promise he couldn't keep.

We watched the cake slowly rise, our moths watering. He took it out, pressing it gently. It looked surprising good even though we had a lack of knowledge on measurements or consistency. He cut it out and flopped it onto a plate, nearly burning himself in the process.

"Know how to make icing?" he asked.

I nodded. It was one thing that I was an expert on. I grabbed a bowl and blitzed butter, adding icing sugar and food colouring slowly. We went for a pastel blue, smearing it on perfectly. Harry emptied a whole tube of sprinkles on top, making it look like a 5 year old had made it. But it was cute. Its the thought that counts.

We stared at it, drumming my fingers on the table.

"Lets just eat it," he said, giving in and slicing a huge wedge for us to share.

We cleaned the plate, scooping up every smear of icing and crumb.

"That. Was. Amazing," I sighed, licking my spoon.

"Right, you don't turn sixteen everyday. We're staying up all night whether you like it or not."

"Fine," I sighed.

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My eyes were flickering shut, I couldn't keep them open.

"Hey you," Harry whispered," no sleeping till midnight."

"Leave me alone," I cried, burying my face in his shirt.

He lifted my chin and kissed me again and again, trying his best to keep me awake.

"Lightweight," he breathed into my mouth.

"Pain in the ass," I replied.

He laughed and lay down, pulling me onto his chest. I nuzzled my head into his neck, his hand patting it gently.

I managed to survive until midnight, he was right. I was a lightweight. His alarm went off, the happy birthday tune piercing my ears.

'Happy birthday Kristen," he whispered, kissing my forehead softly.

"Bed," I groaned, clinging onto him.

He lifted me up and tucked me into my bed that I had missed all day. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, Harry's laugh interrupting my dream....