Broken

Chapter 38

We crunched our way through the leaves, his fingers curled round mine awkwardly. Just the thought of waiting for him for two whole years alone sent shivers down my spine, he would be miles away! He could feel the tension within me and draped his arm round my shoulder, pulling me closer.

"I wish you could come with me," he whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe playfully.

"What would I do when you were at class or studying?" I moaned.

"Well...you could go out into London, get a job maybe? And I probably wouldn't study that often...I'll be too busy fucking you," he smirked.

I burst out laughing, slapping him across the head humorously,

"Oh will you now?"

"I just might," he said, pinning me up against a tree and forgetting about our past squabble.

He slipped his tongue into my mouth, squeezing my wrist as he sank his body into me. I felt someone's eyes glaring at us, peeking one of my eyes open. A little girl with long ginger curls stood watching us with fascination, sucking her thumb with one hand and holding a scraggly looking teddy with the other. I cleared my throat, pushing Harry away from me slightly and disturbing his tongue's movements. He whimpered until I bit my lip, nudging him to look at the little girl who found us so interesting.

"Oh..."

I struggled to keep my giggles to myself, covering my mouth with one hand. I noticed how the girl was alone, standing on the middle of the path all by herself.

"Is that your princess?" she asked, relieving her pink slobbery thumb to talk to us.

My mouth fell open, staring down at Harry's baggy white t-shirt and jeans. I certainly didn't look like a princess.

"Um...eh-"

"Kinda...I guess you could call her that," Harry answered, slipping his hand round my waist with ease and laughing awkwardly.

I flinched, my cheeks turning at least fifty different shades of crimson. The girl's face suddenly fell, looking disappointed. God, even five-year-olds wanted Harry all to themselves.

"Where's your mummy?" I asked softly, crouching down to her height in front I her.

She shrugged her shoulders shoving that thumb back in her mouth. I chewed my lip, I didn't know what to do in these situations. Harry was now squatted next to me, looking a bit panicked himself.

"Do you know what she looks like?" he asked.

What a stupid fucking question, of course she knows what her mum looks like...or not.

She shook her head, a long slow tear slipping down her perfectly plump cheeks.

"Oh no, please don't cry," I babbled, making her cry more.

Surprisingly, Harry reached his arms out to her, pulling the girl's fragile body to his chest. It was like the world had stopped for a moment. Harry and kids? He rested his chin on her bed of red locks, closing his eyes like a loving father would. This is what I always wanted as a child, someone like Harry to throw their arms round me and hold me close. I almost felt jealous of this cute red-headed girl.

"It's okay...," he whispered softly, "we'll find her."

"How can you find her? Do you know who she is?" she asked, her little hands clinging to his t-shirt.

"What do you mean?" I asked," you don't know who you're mummy is?"

She stared at me, her big green eyes begging me to shut up.

"No...I've never met her. Its just me and daddy," she cried.

"We'll find him then," Harry said, trying to stand up.

The little girl clung to him like a koala, refusing to let him go. Harry's eyes widened as she climbed into his arms, forcing him to hold her up round his waist. It was stupid to be jealous of such a young kid, bit right now...I was.

"What's your name?" she asked, her skinny little limbs wrapped around his shoulders.

"Harry..." he replied, the three of us making our way through the leaves.

"Prince Harry..."she breathed, making me chuckle.

She glared at me, this girl really didn't like me at all.

"Can't I be your princess?" she huffed, pouting at me irritatedly.

Harry laughed at the fight she had started over him, but managed to slip a free hand into mine.

"Sorry, I already have my princess," he said, "I'm sure you'll find your own one day."

Her eyebrows narrowed, but she couldn't resist smiling at Harry's tempting grin, "so what's your name princess?"

She blushed as he called her that, clearing her throat as if she was preparing herself for some totally fabulous name...

"Robyn."

I managed to keep my laughter inside, what a disappointment.