Broken

Chapter 50

Woo! 50 chapters, feels like forever phew... xoxo

"Harry?" I said as I peered round the door.

He was sat on the armchair in a cold sweat, biting at his knuckles.

"Sorry," he said bluntly, making me even more curious.

Sorry for what? Running away at the sight of a cancer patient.

"What was that Harry?" I asked, sitting on the bed in front of him, "you were totally freaking out back there."

He breathed frustratedly, not looking me in the eye and staring blankly across the room.

"Harry!"

"I had to give bone marrow to my Nan!" he shouted loudly, leaving me speechless.

"God you never tell anything!" I cried, standing up and making my way towards the door.

"Kristen!" he called," don't walk away from me, please!"

"No Harry, I'm sick of this! All your little secrets and skeletons in the closet," I screamed, unaware of the people staring at me.

I burst into the gardens again, my hands in tight fists. There was always something else.

"Stop!" he called from behind me, I could hear his feet pattering as he tried to catch up.

He caught my arm and pulled me back, his fingers digging into my skin.

"Let me go, Harry," I said, trying to push him away," Harry your hurting me!"

He let me go quickly, but I didn't run away. I wanted to hear what he had to say.

"I don't want your sympathy," he said firmly, squeezing my shoulders.

I shrugged him off and started walking again, feeling guilty for leaving Nat.

"Kristen where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm going to see Nat cause I'm polite."

He grabbed me again and pinned me against the wall, pressing his lips against mine before I could argue with him. I whimpered slightly as he caught me off guard, but I didn't pull away.

"Don't be angry with me...not again," he whispered, his breath hoarse.

"How old were you?" I asked, "when you gave her your bone marrow?"

"Six" he said, looking away from me and wincing.

I pictured a group of nurses huddled round him, jabbing needles into his hips and hurting him. It made me feel sick. I wanted to pull six year old Harry into my arms and hold him tight, tell him everything would be okay.

"I'm sorry I shouted at you," I whispered, throwing my arms round his shaking body.

He held me tight and kissed the top of my head, a tear slipping down my cheek.

"I'm sorry," I said shakily, burying my face in his chest, "I'm so sorry..."