Broken

Chapter 30

Harry's POV

I groaned and rolled over in my bed. I opened my eyes and saw the messy spot next to me empty. I felt so fucking stupid, waking up alone. She probably didn't want to even stay with me. I ran my fingers through my hair and pulled on it. It didn't help at all. I trudged out of bed and went straight downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and I felt the emptiness go away as I saw Kaitlin standing there. She had a cup of coffee in her hands and she was staring out the window. She hadn't notice me so I crept up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She jumped slightly before her body sighed into mine. I loved the way she did that, relaxed right into me. Damn, she was perfect.

"I thought you left," I mumbled into her ear.

I heard her glass mug gently hit the counter before she spun in my arms. She looked right in my eyes, like she always does.

"Harry, I said I would stay with you," she says.

She reaches down and wraps her fingers through mine. I watch her as she maneuvers her small finger into mine and tightens them like they belong there. And they do. I look back up at her and she smiles at me as her cheeks heat up. Oh my god, she is so damn adorable. I lean forward and rest my chin on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around me and I closed my eyes. This is what I wanted. I wanted a girlfriend I could just do this with. More than that, I wanted Kaitlin. I felt like we were dating, but I'm sure she didn't. I was pushing myself at her way too fast. She said she wanted to be more than friends, too, but she also wanted Chase. My thoughts went hard but I tried to shake them out. I was trying to get her, but if I was her I would be with Chase. She's known Chase her whole life and I just met her last month. All though, I highly doubt she's slept with Chase, ever. Even if she was doing more than sleeping, it hasn't happened. I sighed over her shoulder and I was suddenly brought back to reality. I pulled away from her realizing she was probably uncomfortable. I noticed I never put pants on.

"Oh, shit," I mumbled.

I quickly walked out of the room to grab sweatpants from the laundry room. I slid the navy material up my legs and tightened the strings all though they still fell low on my hips. I went back into the kitchen and she chuckled lightly at me. She had the coffee back in her hands as she slipped it slowly. It reminded my of when I slept with her last time and Lauren was downstairs.

"I hope you don't mind I made coffee," she says, laughing lightly.

"No, I don't care," I said shaking my head.

She looked content with my answer as I leaned against the counter. Her eyes flittered down my bare chest. I moved to open the fridge to hide my smile. I've never been so happy to have abs before.

"How many tattoos do you have?" She asks out loud.

I'm surprised by her question. I pull myself out of the fridge to glance at her. Her face looks genuine but I can't tell if her voice is hard.

"I don't know. I lost count," I say.

Her eyes rake up by arms at a weak attempt to count them all.

"You have a lot," she notes.

"Yeah," I agree.

She looks awkwardly around the room for something to look at. I can't tell she doesn't know what to say anymore. I don't either. I don't have girls come over that don't leave before I wake up, or as soon as I do. Suddenly I heard the garage door open. I couldn't tell if I was thankful my mom was back and it was a distraction, or mad because we no longer had privacy. My mother walked in and glanced at Kaitlin and I before giving me a funny look.

"You guys didn-"

"No, mum," I interrupted before she could even finish.

I know what she was going to say and I didn't want her to say it. Relief washed over her face as she looked at Kaitlin again.