Broken

Chapter 37

A/N go follow the IG for this story @brokenfic & while your at it ignore the stupid name.

My eyes snapped open as my light shone in my eyes. I groaned as Maci left my room. I was now regretting going to that party on a school night. I still didn't understand who has a party on a Thursday, but I wasn't sure I could get out of bed. I sighed, pulling my face out of my pillow. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, attempting to clear my eyesight.

I looked up when I saw a figure standing in my door. I screamed accidentally and covered my mouth before someone got suspicious.

"Harry," I hissed at him "What are you doing here?"

"I came to apologize," he says, his hands deep in his pockets.

"For what?" I exclaimed more than asked.

"Your not mad?" He asks.

"Harry, it's 5 in the morning, I don't even know what I'm wearing right now," I said.

Out of habit I looked down and luckily I wasn't naked or something. I had shorts and a t-shirt on. I guess I lied, I know what I'm wearing now.

Harry chuckled lightly. I wasn't sure if it was because I checked to see what I was wearing or if he realized how insane he was for walking in my room at five in the morning.

"I'm not mad," I said.

I pushed the covers off of my body and got out of my bed. I stepped past Harry and walked into the bathroom. He followed me, leaning against the doorway.

"Your not?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes as I slid my glasses on.

"Do you want me to be?" I asked, facing him.

"Well- no," he admits.

"So what's the problem?'' I question.

He just stares at me with genuine confusion. I huff and push past him again. I barely get ready on time on my own, I don't need Harry making me late.

I rake through my closet and find a random shirt I haven't worn yet. I find a plain white v neck and ripped it off the hanger. I tossed it on the bed which landed on Harry's lap who apparently invited himself in.

I looked for a purple scarf but I wasn't having much luck. I groaned after searching for what felt like ever.

"What are you looking for?" Harry asked.

"My purple scarf," I huffed.

I walked into the doorway and yelled for Maci who was probably downstairs.

"This?" Harry asked.

I spun and looked at the purple scarf that was wrapped around his hand.

"Never mind!" I called back down the hallway.

I ripped the scarf from Harry's hand the white shirt he handed me. I quickly put it on in the bathroom. I hurried into my room to look for some kind of jeans.

"Your really fun to watch," Harry said, chuckling.

I glared at him before grabbing a pair of light jeans off the floor. I held them up, trying to tell if they were clean.

"Do these look clean to you?" I ask, throwing them at him.

He looked up at me, cocking an eyebrow.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" He asked.

I threw my head back in frustration and groaned.

"I'm going downstairs, you can come," I say before rushing downstairs.

Maci was sitting at the table on her phone while playing with her braces. I shook my head at the fact that she was already done.

I raked through the cupboards to see what there was to eat. I sighed, deciding to skip breakfast.

I heard Harry chuckle as he followed me back up the stairs.

I went into the bathroom and plugged in my wand. If I wasn't eating breakfast, I might as well curl my hair. I quickly did my makeup. It was darker today. I blended a purple in but it looked more like a dark brown, but it clearly matched the scarf. I did my eyeliner on the top and made sure the wing was good on the end. I quickly did the bottom with eyeliner and put on mascara. I leaned back, making sure it looked good.

I grabbed the wand and made low curls. After I curled them, I brushed through them with the heat of the wand on them. They made their way into separate wavy curls.

"Are you done?" Harry asked randomly.

I let out a small huff, glad I was finally finished getting ready. I nodded, running my fingers through my hair once before turning to him. I stepped back, not realizing how close he was.

"Why aren't you mad at me?" He finally says.

I shook my head, figuring being honest was the only way to make him happy.

"Last time I got mad over something I ended up saying stupid things so I just realized its easier to just say nothing and pretend its okay," I say.

I realized how mad I actually was now. Harry was making out with Lauren. I know they've done it before, but that was before Harry and I have.. made out.

Harry threw his head back and laughed lightly.

"I don't deserve you," he says.

I bit my tongue, hard. But it doesn't work.

"Your right," I spit. "Who the hell makes out with his girls best friend? You didn't even apologize, you just said you wanted to. Not to mention Lauren told me it was going to happen with you, but I didn't know she was warning me it was her you were going to cheat with."

I hadn't realized I felt like that but I felt so trapped not saying anything and I let it out. I bit my lip, waiting for him to say something. My eyes stung with tears.

"I should have listened to Lauren," I mumbled, attempting to push past him.

I mentally groan as he grabs my arm.

"No, please, don't go," he says.

I stare at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Please don't say that. You don't know how sorry I am. I did something stupid, I know. I was just mad that you forgave Niall when he was being rude to you. Which is totally fucked up and I'm really sorry. I don't want you to think that I'm the bad guy. I'm not sure if you noticed but I need you, and I keep screwing up," he admits.

His eyes hit the floor and I feel bad for accusing him. But it was his fault. I was so mixed up with emotions right now, I had no idea which ones to believe. I sighed and wrapped my arms around Harry, tucking my face into his jacket.

"Kaitlin," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around me.

"No, wait," he says, pushing me away suddenly.

"Don't forgive me yet. I'm going to make it up to you, okay? First of all, I promise to try my best not to get mad over stupid things. That's a start, isn't it?" Harry says,

"Why are you doing this?" I ask.

"I want to be good for you, Kaitlin. You mean more to me than I ever thought a girl would, and I don't want to loose you," he says.

"Harry, were not even dating," I say honestly.

His lips parted slightly and he just stared down at me. His stare wasn't soft anymore and it was one of the first times I was actually scared of Harry.

"And?" He asks.

"No I just me-"

"Whatever, Kaitlin. I'm sorry I wanted to try," he says.

He shakes his head before walking away.

"No, Harry wait!" I call.

But it was too late. He was gone.