Broken

Chapter 29

I woke up the next morning, feeling incredibly sensitive and sore. I winced, sitting up and looking around Harry’s dorm. I turned to find him asleep next to me, his chest rising slowly as he breathed in. I decided to go to my dorm. I really needed a shower. I stood up and, oh my God, the pain I felt in that area was indescribable. I shuffled towards the door, picking up my underwear and dress on the way. I opened the door and slipped out, praying that no one was awake.

As I walked back to my room, I couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that I was doing the walk of shame. From Harry’s dorm. I reached my dorm and went to shower straight away, hoping it would help the pain. It did. I folded up Harry’s cardigan and made a mental note to return it to him. I went to have something to eat, and as I entered the cafeteria, there were a lot of whispers. I frowned sel conciously. I was quick to get a snack, opting to eat in in my dorm. As I walked out, I heard someone cough. "Slut."

~*~ 

I picked up Harry’s cardigan and made my way to his dorm, praying that I wasn’t showing up at an awkward time. I knocked on his door, and he opened it straight away. He looked extremely disgruntled, his hair a mess.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking me up and down. His eyes paused at the hickey he had made. I pulled my scarf up quickly and he finally looked away.

“Hi?” He asked, his eyes falling on mine.

I felt my breath hitch. “Um. Your cardigan…”

He took it from me. “Thanks.”

I almost winced at how awkward it was. “I… Bye? I guess?”

He looked pained, so I turned away, making my way back. He sighed and I heard the door close. Lovely. Me and Harry’s relationship was tense again. When I got back to my dorm, there were a few post it notes on my door. They had a variety of insulting phrases, mostly whore. I sighed and stepped inside my room, leaving them there. When I left my room the next morning, they were gone.

~*~

On New Year’s, there was a party. Autumn was back from Switzerland, and she had decided that it was necessary for us to go. I decided to wear black disco pants, and a black shirt too. No more white clothes for me. Me and Harry hadn’t spoken in three days, and it was killing me. However, Autumn had told me that she'd seen him walk around with sticky notes in his hands. It made me wonder if it was him who was removing them.

At the party, Autumn ditched me straight away. She went straight to the bar, and I had decided early that night that I definitely wasn’t going to go there. There was live entertainment, so I kind of stood there alone, listening to them. Sometime in the middle of one of their songs, I saw Harry. He was standing with an older woman and what I assumed was her daughter, a smile on his face as he spoke to them. I was happy he was allowing himself to smile, but I was mad he wouldn't talk to me. His eyes found mine and his smile faded slightly. I broke eye contact, lowering my head in embarrassment.

“This music is actually so shit, who the fuck hired these people?”

I turned my head in surprise, watching the guy standing next to me shake his head in distaste. “I… Sorry?”

He turned his head, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I say we complain. Maybe they’ll get someone else here.”

“Sorry, do I know you?”

“No, but I’m sure you’d like to.”

“You seem very sure about that,” I mused.

“’Course I am. I’m Dan.”