Broken

Chapter 34

My phone vibrated and I pulled away from Harry. His hand was still wrapped around me back and he moved his hand to hold the small of my back. Niall's name splashed across the top of my phone and I slid it open.

Niall Horan

Come to my house tonight?

Party's on!

I glanced up at Harry and he leaned again. He lifted me up and set me in the side of the bed, pulling away. His hands felt like fire on my skin and I liked it. His phone vibrated next and as I assumed, it was Niall.

"Do you want to go?" His husky voice asked.

"Sure," I breathed.

He reached down and grabbed my hand. I followed him out of the door. I guiltily pulled my hand away from him as we walked downstairs and our parents talked away.

"Hey, mom," I sang, waiting for silence.

They both turned to look at me.

"Can I go to Niall's house?" I ask.

"Is is a party?" She asks.

I nod slowly.

"As long as you don't drink," she says.

"I know," I scoff, rolling my eyes.

"You said that last time," she says.

"I know," I say, a small giggle falling from my mouth.

My mom laughs lightly at me. I give her a small wave and walk past Harry to grab my shoes.

"Harry, your going with, I assume?" I hear Anne ask him.

I hear his deep voice chuckle before saying, "Yes, mum,"

I smile slightly to myself while grabbing my boots and slipping them on. I feel Harry's body behind me as I look up. I grab his hands and he pulls me up. We walk out the front door and I see multiple groups of kids walking to Niall's house. Cars were lined up cal-de-sac for parking, I doubt there were any by Niall's house. I saw Kaitlynn, Chase, and the rest of the football players and cheerleaders. Kaitlynn waved to me and I waved back, but I decided not to walk with them.

"Hey, Harry?" I ask.

"Mm?" He mumbles, looking at me.

"Can you try not to get me drunk this time?" I ask.

A large grin grows on his face.

"I took care of you after, didn't I?" He defends.

"You wouldn't of had to spend your night watching me if you would have just kept your damn drink to yourself," I say.

I remember feeling his arm wrapped around me when I woke up. I had no idea what it was until I actually purposely slept with Harry.

"Don't swear," Harry says quietly.

"Sorry," I mumble.

He reaches up to twist the earring in his eyebrow but his hands found nothing and his arm fell to his side.

"You need to put your piercings back in," I say.

"Why?" He asks in amusement.

"Because you don't have anything to fidget with when your uncomfortable which seems to happen a lot," I say, trying not to giggle.

I see his arm reach up again but it falls back down, not getting as far as the last one.

"Do not," he snaps.