Broken

Chapter 8

I could hardly manage to get my words out. Why is he at my dorm? The only people that know I have moved her are my parents and Kylie, Tori and Rach, and they wouldn't talk to him, ever.

I stand with my hand firmly against the door, in case he tries to push past me.

'Hey Lara.'

His raspy voice makes my inside melt. His green eyes staring into mine. The eye contact is too much and I break it by looking down at my feet.

'What are you doing here?' I ask him again, this time with a hint of seriousness in my voice.

'Just came by to see you. I missed you.'

If I wasn't holding myself up with the door then my legs would have given way and I would be on the floor. Why and how his words have such an effect on me is so confusing, I don't even know how I feel about him. I mean, we kissed but we were both drunk, did that even mean anything?

'How did you find me?' I don't know how I managed to force the words out without stuttering.

'Ah, well, I find out everything.' He says, throwing a little wink in at the end of his sentence.

I drop my arm down from the door and he invites himself into the dorm.

I cringe slightly as he looks around and sees all my unpacked belongings scattered all over the bed. He spots my docking station and walks over to it. He picks up my phone and flicks through my playlists before picking The 1975's new album and putting it on shuffle.

I swear he's been stalking me. How else would he know they're my favourite?

He makes himself at home and moves my clothes out of the way and sits down on my bed.

He pats the bed next to him, gesturing for me to sit down. I don't hesitate and as I sit down he grabs my waist and pulls me close to him.

The butterflies in my stomach won't settle down and my legs start to shake so I cross them to hide my excitement from Harry.

'I'm sorry for what happened the other night I didn't mean for it to end up like that I-'

Harry's finger being placed upon my mouth stops me from continuing speaking. He moves closer to me. His eyes not leaving mine for a second. He removes his fingers from my lips and puts his hand on my lower back, the other on my hip. My lips are soon met by his, and the butterflies from the other night soon return. The kiss isn't sexual, just romantic. I don't think James has ever kissed me like this before.

Ugh. Why do I always find myself comparing Harry and James? They are Both different, in appearance and personality, yet I am drawn to them both the same.

I am snapped from my thoughts by Harry's wandering hands exploring my body. I push him down onto the bed, moving my belongings out of the way as I do so. I place my thighs either side of his torso, he pushes up his hips, closing the gap between us. I can feel him growing beneath me. This feels so different with Harry than it does with James. Harry does everything better than James, and as much as I hate to say it, I prefer to be with Harry than James, even if this is only my second proper time of being alone with him.

The kiss is broken, much like the night of the party, by voices coming outside the door.

'Bye Danielle. I'll see you in class tomorrow!'

Shit. Shit fucking shit. Danielle.

I would be meeting her for the first time, and I would be straddling this tattooed boy.

I push myself up off Harry and sit down back where I was sat before. Harry does the same and as Danielle walks in we pretend to be talking, ignoring what had just happened between us a few moments ago.

'Hi you must be Danielle'

I stand up and walk over to greet her.

She pulls me in for a hug.

'And you must be Lara, happy to meet you.' she has a broad British accent. It doesn't suit her, I would have expected a strong American voice.

I notice her looking at Harry as we pull away from the hug.

'Oh sorry, this is Harry, my, erm, my friend.' I think that's what he is anyway.

'Hi.' he says shyly, standing up from my bed to greet Danielle with a handshake.

'I better be going, see you later Lara' he nods his head at Danielle and pulls me in for a hug before leaving the room.

Danielle turns out to be really friendly and we end up spending the rest of the night sat in bed sharing our childhood stories and getting to know each other. After hours of talking we say goodnight to one another and fall asleep, my thoughts drifting once again to Harry.

My phone alarm wakes me at 6:30 in the morning and as my eyes adjust to the morning light seeping through the blind I notice that Danielle is not in her bed. She must be an early riser. Great.

After scrolling through my phone for a few minutes, I drag myself out of bed and collect my toiletries and walk down to the showers. There are a few other people showering when I arrive. I quickly wash my body and hair, brush my teeth and wash my face before returning to my new dorm. I'm just applying the last of my mascara when there is a knock on the door.

I put the mascara back into my makeup bag and walk to the door.

Standing infront of me was the blonde Irish boy from the party.

'Hey Niall.'

'Hi Lara.'

Before I can say another word his lips are crashing down onto mine. It doesn't feel right. I pull away.

'N-Niall, I'm sorry.'

'No, it's fine, I knew you would do that.'

Without another word, he pushes a hair from my face behind my ear and walks away. As I watch him walk down the corridor, I see Harry standing at the end of the hall watching me.