Broken // h.s.

Chapter Ten- Wish

Chapter Ten- Wish

"Where are you taking me?"

"Disneyland." Harry sarcastically answers. After school, he did that whole charade where he rips my car keys out of my hands and runs with them. Now, I am in his car and he still hasn't told me where we are going. Patience is definitely not my thing.

"Ha-ha you-"

"Watch your mouth, Miss Grey."

"Stop calling me that."

"What do you want me to call you then?"

"My name?" It comes out more as a question.

"Okay... Amanda."

I shove his shoulder playfully and the car swivels a bit. He goes to shove me back, but ends up hitting me in my breasts. "That was my boob!"

He throws his head back, laughing. "I would say I'm sorry, but I got a small squeeze, so not sorry at all." The car comes to a stop and we are in front of a vineyard. "Do you fancy a swim?"

"I don't have the proper attire if you didn't notice."

"Oh darn." he slaps his palm on his face. "Looks like you'll have to go in with your underwear."

I roll my eyes, getting out of the car anyways. Harry takes off his shirt, revealing all of his tattoos underneath; all black ink. Then he takes off his jeans, remaining in only his boxers.

"Are you just going to stand there and check me out all day or are you going to undress?" he grins.

"Turn around." I demand.

"What? No. I've already seen you in your bra."

"I don't care. Turn around." Did he forget when he saw me in my bra, I had alcohol in my system? Now that I'm sober, I am not as brave or confident.

He sighs. "Fine." And he does. I take off my shirt and throw it to the side. Next I slip off my jean shorts and I chose the perfect day to wear boy shorts.

"Okay, you go in first." Harry turns around and his eyes widen, raking up and down my body.

I cross my arms over my chest, insecure with his hungry eyes on me especially with the scars that line my body.

"To hell with that." he picks me up over his head and I yell at him to put me down, but I'm already flying into the water. When I swim up to the surface, Harry had just landed also. "Is that a tattoo?"

"Yeah," I answer him.

"When'd you get it?"

"Last week."

"Can I see?"

I nod and turn around. His fingers trace over the ink and I can feel him so close to me. I hear him suck in a breath and I know what's coming next. "You deserved better." He says, tracing the fainted lines of the scars on my back.

He brings me back closer to him by pulling me from my waist then his lips graze along my tattoo all the way up to neck. Goosebumps rake my skin and I shudder.

I turn around to face him. "Kiss me."

"You kiss me."

"Why don't you ever kiss me first?"

He smirks, caressing my cheek with his thumb. "I love the way you...just take control and you pull my head towards yours in a quick jerk; as if your life depended on that one kiss."

I feel my cheeks redden as he picks me up from my bottom and wraps my legs around his torso.

My fingers wrap into his curls and I lean forward slowly, teasing him and he gets impatient, lurching for my lips. A smile spreads across my face as Harry kisses me and after a while, he pulls away smiling too.