Broken

Chapter 3

I was awoken by a knock on the door. When I said knock, I meant someone pounding at it. I looked at my phone and rubbed my eyes. It was 8.30, what on earth was going on? Whoever it was was going to wake up the other people on the hall and I opened it to see Harry standing there.

"What're you-"

I was cut off by him sweeping in and shutting the door, all whist shushing me with his glare. I looked at his cheek and frowned. 

"Why is your cheek-"

"Bruised?" He asked, his voice extra raspy.

I nodded and reached out to touch it but he pushed my hand away. "Stay out of my business," he said in a low tone. 

"But it's so..." I trailed off, at a loss for words as I reached up and touched his cheek. I expected him to show a hint of pain, he was bruised pretty bad. But no, his face stayed blank, his eyes still hard. 

"Don't touch me." He snapped. "Please," he added as an after thought.

I withdrew my hand quickly and looked away, my cheeks burning as I looked down. That's when I realised I was wearing nothing but a long sleeved shirt and my underwear. I hesitated and turned away, looking on the bed to find a pair of shorts, something, anything for me to cover up with.

Harry noticed I wasn't very well covered up and stepped behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You're dressed as if you knew I was coming," he purred in my ear.

Disgusted, I pushed him off. "Don't touch me ike that!" I yelled, mortified as I pulled on a pair of jeans on. I shuddered as I grabbed a shirt and brushed past him, getting changed in the bathroom.

When I came back, Harry was sitting on my bed, waiting for me. His jaw was hard and his eyes were narrowed. His posture was tense. I had pissed him off. 

"Come on." He ordered.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice a whisper.

"Out. Bring history books. And your own money, I need some coffee and I'm not paying for you." He said harshly, already out of the door.

I couldn't help but get a little scared as I packed the books and looked for any change lying around the room. There was none and I knew it, I hadn't tutored anybody in ages.

"Guess I just won't get anything then." I muttured to myself, knowing that I wanted coffee because, really, who the fuck was awake at 8.30 on a Saturday morning? Harry was a man of his words and I was stuck.

I turned around, and saw Harry leaning against the wall, watching me closely. 

"Let's go..." I said, after about 30 seconds passed.

He nodded and walked out, and I strained to carry the bag that was full of books.

I dragged them down the hall and followed him to a black Nissan that was parked by the door. He had come with an intention of me to tutor him whilst he bought his coffee.

I got in without a word and held onto the books. He drove to a small coffee shop that I noticed was called La cafe, which seemed like a stupid name to me.

He got in and jerked his thumb towards a table at the end of the coffee shop, almost hidden from view. "Go sit."

I went and dropped the bag there, sighing in relief, and re-joined him in the  queue. "Why did you come this early, didn't you say ten?" I asked, eyeing him warily.

"I couldn't sleep," he murmured, his eyes on mine. 

I nodded, knowing he probably wouldn't go on about it and it was our turn to order. Well, his turn. He ordered a cappucino and I stood there, waiting for him. Without turning around, he asked me what I wanted.