Broken

Chapter 15

"No!" Olly sighed. "Listen, Harry's dad doesn't know about Harry and the boys, or any of the girls. Please don't ruin this, Harry thinks very highly of what his dad thinks of him."

"Harry and the boys?" I asked in confusement. "Is he gay?!"

"No!" Olly laughed, rubbing his eyes. He stopped suddenly and looked at me seriously. "He hasn't told you?"

"Told me what?" I asked, now curious. More secrets?

"He hasn't," Olly confirmed. "I was wondering why you'd sticked by this long."

"What? What hasn't he told me?" I was growing more and more inquisitive by the second.

"Shit, Des is calling me. Wait here." Olly's eyes flittered towards the door and I knew he was lying. 

"No he isn't-"

"Yes, he is. Stay put, will you?" Olly got up and walked out, walking off in the same direction as Des had moments earlier.

I groaned in annoyance and decided that I wouldn't stay put, I would have a look around. I stood up and pushed my hair out of my face, deciding to use the door to the right of the room instead of the same one Olly had taken. I walked over to the door and opened it, stepping into the main area of the garage. There were five different cars parked on the walls and one was in the middle of the garage, with a pair of feet sticking out from underneath it.

Harry's feet. I thought back to his engineering exam, wondering if he was helping his dad for experience. I walked over to him hesitantly, stopping by his feet. I waited patiently for him to roll himself out, and sure enough, he did. He had oil on his cheek, he had rubbed his cheek with his fingers. I glanced at his hair, he had tied it up and it looked funny, and I had to bite on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. His green eyes narrowed slightly as he looked up at me, trying to work out who I was.

"Brenna," I said softly, not wanting him to be pissed off at me.

"I know," he said, sitting up and wiping his hands on his jeans. His white shirt was stained, I noted. "I recognise your footsteps.

"You do?" I asked, my heart warming at the fact he recognised something about me.

He stood up, an innocent look on his face. He breathed in and suddenly his eyes flashed. "Why do you smell of Lynx? (A/N: Lynx is the British Axe)"

I couldn't help but curl my lips upward as I looked up at him. "Why does it matter?"

"Because it means you've been hugging a boy."

He was so forward with me that it shocked me, and I stood back involuntarily, now pressed up against the car. 

"Who is he?" Harry asked, stepping closer to me.

"My boyfriend," I said sarcastically. "Who do you think?"

"I don't know, is it the smurf?" 

I realised he was referring to Mark and I let a laugh slip out of my mouth. This seemed to please Harry, and he moved even closer. "The smurf? Really?"

"I wouldn't mop my floor with that hair," he muttered, raising an eyebrow at me.

I laughed again and pushed him playfully. "Don't."

"Seriously, who did you hug?"

"Your dad."

His eyes widened suddenly and he looked at the door to the office. I did too, and I realised Des and Olly were sitting down and drinking what looked like tea in a mug.