Broken

Chapter 46

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I woke up to a soggy pillow around my eye area, must have cried during the night for some reason that I just couldn't remember. My head felt slightly numb from the antibiotics, the stitches irritating me. When I sat up the armchair was empty, the whole room quiet and still. I slipped out of bed to peer at the car park below, the streets busy for a Sunday morning.

Wendy,the sweet Scottish nurse chapped on the door, smiling as she placed a towel on my unmade bed.

"Harry went out to get a few things dear," she said," the showers are free any time."

"Thanks Wendy," I sighed, worried about washing around my bald area.

I watched her potter off again and scooped up the towel, making my way down the corridor in my bare feet. People stared as if I was a patient in a mental institute, my head held high as I wandered around unsure where I was going.

I ended up walking past the Maternity Ward, a large window catching my eye. There were tiny wails and giggles coming from inside, rows of pink and blue sitting one by one. A young midwife rushed around, trying to soothe them all by herself. She noticed me staring and wiped her brow, smiling with exhaustion. I smiled back and glanced at all the newborn faces, laughing at how adorable they were. I waved to the one closet to the window who had spotted me, her little eyes blinking in the harsh light. The midwife waved back and I continued my search for the showers.

By the time I got there the mid-morning rush to get washed was over, meaning I had the shower block all to myself. It wasn't as good as Harry's shower back home, but it did do the job. I panicked slightly when my scar started to sting, but I washed my hair anyway and forgot about it.

I dried myself off and pulled my old PJ's on that Harry had packed for me. He had never actually seen me wearing them before, I either slept naked or in his oversized t-shirt. But I didn't think the staff here would find it very respectable finding me strutting my stuff along the corridors in my birthday suit. I gathered my towel and hospital gown in a bundle, shoving it down a laundry shoot outside the block and walking back to my room.

Harry was sprawled on his armchair again, my pull-out table laid with croissants and fresh fruit. He smiled when he saw me, laughing at my owl patterned bottoms and white vest.

"You look cute," he said, clearly lying to my face.

"Shut up," I giggled, throwing a pillow at his head.

"Right that's it," he sighed, retrieving the pillow and attacking me playfully.

I gasped, clutching the back of my head as he whacked me," fuck, I'm sorry."

I laughed as I had fooled him, grabbing the pillow and hitting him back. He fell onto the onto the bed, pulling me down with him. I straddled his waist, his hands wrapped firmly round my wrists. I suddenly stopped, gasping for breath as I looked down at his soft eyes. He tucked a strand of my wet hair behind my ear, leaning on his elbow and pulling me down to his lips.

I lay down on my bed, Harry's mouth sucking on my jaw line. My pulse was racing from his touch, my fingers pulling at his hair.

"Lock the door," I whispered in his ear.

He nodded and closed the door softly, locking it behind him and making my stomach twist with excitement. I pulled him back on top of me, kissing him hungrily. His hands slipped up my vest, pulling it over my head as I wrapped my arms round his neck. I pulled the sheet over us as he tugged his t-shirt off, my hands fiddling with the buckle on his skinny jeans.

"I love you Kristen," he moaned.

I laughed softly, my knickers dangling from my toes.

"I love you too," I breathed.

My back arched as pushed into me, sinking deeper into the pillow beneath me. I moaned loudly, praying that no one could hear us from outside. He grabbed the metal railing above me, squeezing it tight as he breathed into my mouth. I kicked the table out of the road, orange juice spilling everywhere. He groaned as he moved slowly in and out of me, our lips pressed firmly together. I whimpered softly in his ear as he moved down to my neck, tears forming in the corner of my eyes. He stopped and looked down at me, holding my bare shoulders as I threw my head back.

"You okay?" he whispered.

I nodded, squeezing his hand as he moved it slowly upwards until it was round my head. My toes curled, free hand squeezing the sheets tight. He continued to kiss my body, his eyes fluttering shut. His body rubbed against mine, making me hot and sticky from his touch. I could feel his abs grinding my stomach, making me shiver. His hand squeezed my hip as he pushed harder, making me cry out loudly. There was a knock on the door, Harry's head popping up with panic.

"Shit," he breathed, his voice raspy and shaky.

I laughed quietly, pressing my finger to his lips,

"Sssh...be quiet," I hushed, laying still to avoid the bed creaking.

They went away eventually, Harry and I bursting with laughter. My legs were still wrapped around his waist and I decided to make the most of it, moving up slightly. He moaned and pulled me back down again, his body coming undone.

"Fuck," he breathed,"I'm gonna-"

He pulled out of me quickly, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness. I sat up slightly, balancing on my elbows as he rushed into the small bathroom, locking the door behind him.

I pulled the covers over my head, not wanting to imagine what was going on in there. I had never seen him cum before, it never happened when we did it last time. My thin sheets were sticking to me, going see through around my thighs. I gasped, thinking I was bleeding again, throwing the sheets off me. My thighs were wet, but it wasn't blood, I didn't know what it was.

I grabbed a huge roll of tissue paper from the drawer and dabbed myself, my face screwed up with disgust. I knew I got excited when Harry touched me, made love to me etc...but not that excited?!