Broken

Chapter 36

Harry lay next to me, the sun steaming onto his bare slender back. He looked so effortlessly beautiful. The way his hair spread all over his pillow, arms folded perfectly under his head. I wish I looked that good in the morning. It was Friday and I was due to work at the cafe later after my short October break. I traced my finger along his spine, stopping above the Calvin Klein waistband on his hips. He groaned softly but didn't wake up, his pierced eyebrow narrowed. I wondered if anyone noticed I hadn't been at school for weeks, even before all the in service days and holidays we had these past few months. I dreaded going back on Monday. His hand slipped over my stomach, pulling me into him.

"Don't...want...to go to...work," he moaned.

I smiled and nuzzled into his shoulder, his green eyes fixed on me.

"I don't want you to go either," I whispered, pushing a bit of his hair back.

"Sorry," he mumbled, rolling onto his back and rubbing his eyes.

I smiled and tickled his chest, drawing circles with my index finger.

"No, you should go...I feel kinda bad for what we did on your boss' table," I said, biting my lip at the thought.

He chuckled, no humour in his voice at all, his arm draped lazily over my shoulder.

"Yeah I guess so..."

He dangled his legs off the bed, wincing in the sudden cold. I watched as he ruffled his tangled hair, hiding in the warmth of the duvet, "I'm so jealous right now."

I laughed and starfished on the huge double bed, teasing him as he pulled on a pair of jeans. He tutted me and hovered over my face, his torso distracting me.

"You should be," I whispered, biting my lip cheekily.

He smirked and placed his warm lips on mine, a stale taste of marshmallow still on his breath.

"I'll see you later okay," he sighed, grudging to slip out of the bedroom.

I heard him rustling around in the living room before unlatching the front door, "miss you already!"

"Miss you too!" I called back, rolling over in the bed and having a short snooze...

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I woke up again, the bed empty this time. Harry's musky scent was still floating around the room, making me hungry for him...and food. I hopped out of his bed and threw his hoodie over my shoulders, sniffing it's soft material. Harry was like my drug. The drug I was addicted to and couldn't get enough of.

I made myself breakfast and sat cross-legged in front of the TV, the way I used to when I was at my own little flat. I made the decision that I would pick up my stuff and bring it here, I missed my quirky little bits and pieces.

After breakfast, I brushed my hair into a messy ponytail and pulled on a pair of Harry's old jeans and t-shirt. It looked odd and baggy on me but I couldn't care less. I walked home through the park, feeling slightly guilty for leaving my little flat. It looked like it hadn't been lived in for months, dust gathering on my shelves.

I found the ancient cardboard boxes I had used when I moved out of my last foster home, a musty smell drifting off them. They hadn't seen the light of day for more than a year.

My room began to look bare as I stuffed my jewellery and ornaments into them, leaving my bland chest of drawers and flaking wardrobe. It looked sad and dull without my junk cluttering it up.

The living room was even worse. I decided to get rid of the sofa, keeping the pink blanket and wrapping it around me. The huge window I loved looked naked without my curtains and fairy lights. I picked up my china owl and placed it safely in my little shoulder bag. By the time I had stacked my plants into a plastic container, the room looked the way it had when I moved in a year ago. My eyes were welling up with tears, I never realised how hormonal I was until I met Harry. I called a taxi and carried my boxes down the dodgy stairs, taking one last look behind me and locking the door for good.