Broken // h.s.

Chapter Fifteen- Pity

Chapter Fifteen- Pity

"You have to be quiet," I chuckle, placing my hand on Harry's cheek and the only thing I can see in this room of darkness are his emeralds.

"And you have to put some pants on or else I will end up-"

"I do have pants!"

"Very tight ones," he grabs my bum and I jump.

"Stop doing that."

"Stop pretending like you don't like it." he leans in and I expect for him to kiss me, but he bites my bottom lip instead and pulls gently.

"How about in the morning?"

"I'll be here,"

"And if you aren't?"

"I will always be here." he rolls over so he's on top of me.

"Wha-What are you doing?"

"Laying down."

"Why like this?" I laugh again.

"I'm caging you in." he breathes on my neck. "I'm not letting you run away from me."

"Why would I run away from you?" I knit my eyebrows together.

"Everyone does. I'm surprised my mom and Gem are still around."

I lock my arms around him. "I won't run away from you."

"You deserve all the beauties of life."

"And you?"

"I would like to think after everything...I deserve to be happy with you."

My lips stretch into a smile, and I loosen my grip off of him as a question I have been meaning to ask him, comes back to mind. "Why do you like me, Harry?"

"What?" He sounds confused.

"I mean, I'm not all that pretty and I'm not-"

"So what?" he finally rolls off me. "You're smart. Sometimes, too smart. You're stubborn and hard headed. I scream at you and you scream right back at me." he laughs breathlessly. "You're strong... stronger than you know."

"You think that?"

He reaches over and kisses me as an answer. "What are you feeling right now?" he asks.

"I don't know...this is perfect." I say.

"What is?"

"Being with you."

He brushes hair away from my face. "No, what are you feeling?"

"Safe... Worthy." I pause. "You know what bothers me? I am seventeen years old and people only know me for the girl who was kidnapped. It sucks."

"What do you want to be known for?"

I smile. "A writer. A novelist. An activist. I just...I want to make a change in the world." I wrap my leg around his torso and dip under his sweater so I am laying against his bare chest.

Harry. Harry. Harry. Nothing has possibly consumed me more and enveloped me into this fantasy world of a mundane life than Harry has. And I am thankful.

"For what it's worth... " He whispers. "You've made a change in my world."

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I wake up freezing and Harry isn't beside me. His exit is clear when I look to the window that is cracked open the slightest bit, but just enough for the chill breeze to come through.