Broken

Chapter 13

We were sitting together on my bed, our thighs touching as he stared into space. His eyes were lighter than usual, and his lips were set in a straight line. He didn't even glance at me, he kept staring ahead. 

"She was your age." Harry said suddenly.

I frowned and bent my heads toward him in confusement. "Who was?"

"My friend, the one who died."

"Oh."

It was a girl. It was petty of me to be jealous at a time like this, especially after I had established that he didn't like me, but it was a mind over matter situation. I glanced at him. His voice was brittle,and I bit my lip. He had let his guard down, and he knew it. His face was absent, his mind somewhere else.

"How did she...?" I trailed off, letting my question ask itself as he breathed in sharply.

"She killed herself," Harry said blanky. Now, his voice and face were dead. They portrayed no emotion. It was chilling, but heartbreaking too.

"How?"

"She fucking grabbed a razor and ended cut her artery. She knew what she was doing." 

"That's awful..."

I thought back to my science lessons. Cutting a vein would mean nothing, veins return blood to the heart. However, cutting an artery would've meant more blood loss, and a lot of pain. 

Harry looked at my arm and took it in his hand, his finger tracing the burns. My arm was still in pain, but I decided not to say anything since Harry was still looking doleful. After a while. his hand moved down to my hand, and our fingers interlocked. My heart sped up as he glanced at me, watching my reaction.

"I didn't burn because of you," I clarified, glancing at his hand in mine.

"You didn't?" His voice was doubtful.

"I didn't. I wouldn't. I was just upset."

"And why were you upset? Because of me?"

"No."

"Yes."

His hand left mine and I sighed in dissapointment. I hadn't meant to sigh audibly and he looked at me with an amused look in his eyes, despite what was happening. He got up, and stuck his hand out. I took it with a frown. 

"What are you doing?"

"I wanna show you something."

I kept silent, I needed to change into something that covered my sore arm but I didn't want him to go back to the usual Harry he was. He walked out, and I followed. Hand in hand, we walked down the corridor. We were going to his room. I almost stopped then and there but I figured if he showed me something I didn't like then I wouldn't hesitate to hurt him.

Suddenly, in the middle of the hall, his hand dropped mine and he stood straighter. I frowned in confusement, my hand feeling empty. 

"'Ey, my man," Harry raised his eyebrows and nodded at a boy who was walking past.

"Harry, how are you mate?" The boy glanced at me, his brown eyes flickering over me for a second before looking at Harry again.

Harry whispered something in the guys' ear, and the guy smirked. "I see, I see. Have fun with that."

He looked at me again, his eyes flickering to my arm this time. I tried to twist my arm towards me, and my attempts were pathetic as I looked even shadier than before. "What's that on your arm?"

"I," I racked my brains, trying to think of a excuse. Shit.

"She's doing a makeup course and I asked her to show me how good her skills were," Harry said, smirking at the boy. "I figured she was good."

He lied so easily it scared me.

"Oh dude, she's good. You're lucky, the girls you manage to get are-"

"Hey, Brenna. Why don't you go on to my room, and I'll follow you later." It came out like an order and I breathed in deeply. Mean Harry was back. He threw his keys at me and I sighed and turned away from them, walking to Harry's room. I almost turned back to go to my own room but I decided I'd make Harry explain himself when he decided to join me. 

I reached his door and opened it. It didn't budge. I frowned and pushed the door open a crack, using more force. It refused to go any further. I instantly saw the cause: a mountain of clothes stuffed up against it. Deftly using my foot to free the door I witnessed the full horror of Harry's dorm. The unmade bed was piled high with empty beer cans and other alcoholic items I did not recognise. The wardrobe door was ajar, and I glanced at the notebooks shoved inside it. I frowned as I examined the crumbs and cigarette butts on the floor. There was a smear of red on the floor and I almost leaned down to check if it was wine or blood.

I felt someone's presence behind me and I turned around, expecting Harry to be there. I was surprised when Olly stepped inside, not looking the slightest surprised.

"Olly?"

"Brenna," he greeted me by raising his arm. I twisted my arm inwards, my eyes widening slightly. He hadn't noticed my arm.

"What the hell happened it here? It hasn't even been a day since I was here."

Olly nodded, reaching over and picking up the chipped plate. He threw the plate in the bin and looked at me. "I guess I should tell you the truth." He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Harry stepping into the room, looking around.

He looked at Olly, raising his eyebrows. Olly looked away apologetically. I frowned. "What are you two talking about?"

Harry ignored me, instead walking to his wardrobe and pulling out a college sweater. Throwing it to me, he nodded at me. I pulled it on greatfully and Olly lifted his eyebrow.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" I asked, glancing at Harry.

"His jumper?"

"What about it?"

"Why'd he give it to you?"

I looked at Harry, but he didn't respond. His eyes were on the walls and I sighed because Harry Styles was a puzzle and I wanted nothing more than to figure him out. 

"I was cold," I lied lamely. 

Olly shot me a sympathetic look, and I assumed he was telling me he'd shut up. He then got up, nudging Harry's side. Harry looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"We need to talk. Now."

"I need coffee, I'm going to pass out," Harry said, brushing him off.

Olly wouldn't be deterred and he smile sarcastically. "Good, we can talk at a coffee shop."

"Fine, let's go." 

Harry turned towards the door, turning away from Olly and towards me. His face was hidden from Olly and he pulled a face at me, making me smile. 

"Brenna you're coming with us," Harry declared and Olly looked pissed off. I bit my lip, glancing at Olly appologetically. We both knew there was no point arguing with Harry.  I nodded, stepping outside. 

We walked to what I assumed was Olly's car, it was an old blue Honda. I opened the door to sit and the back and just as Olly had sat down inside, Harry leaned over, his lips hovering over my ears. 

"Now you know why I didn't want to go back to my room," he whispered, his lips almost touching my ear. My breathing quickened and Harry nodded at me, biting his lip as an attempt to stop himself smiling as he got into the car.

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A/N; I will update tomorrow, this is just a taster . tomorrow there will be drama woo

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