Broken

Chapter 16

I sat on the floor, balancing the tiny mirror on the wall. I brought the curling wand up to my hair and sectioned it off, hoping I was doing this properly. Autumn had lended me her curling iron, and I trying to get ready for dinner. I was slightly nervous.

"You don't seem to be very good at curling hair," Harry observed from the spot he had planted himself in my bed.

I glanced at him through the mirror, watching his long body sprawled out on my bed, his phone in his hand. He was wearing a shirt that had the top three buttons undone and a pair of jeans. Simple. I, on the other hand, had on a long sleeved dress that was a plain burgundy colour. It fell in pleats just about my knee, and I had paired it with tights. I didn't need bracelets to cover up since my sleeves did that for me.

I unrolled my hair from the curling iron, quite pleased with the results. I had done most of my head, I just had to do the back of my hair now. Reaching over, I accidently came into contact with the hot curling wand. I flinched, but by instinct, I didn't move my hand away. I breathed out slowly, willing myself to pull the iron away from my hand. Harry's big hand did that for me, grabbing my hand and pulling it away from my other hand.

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you with something you can burn yourself with," he muttered, examining my hand. "Go wet it,"

My hand was burning, and I got up. I went to the toilet and put it under cold water, closing my eyes. After about five minutes, I turned off the water and wrapped a cold cloth around it. I went back into the room and saw Harry holding the wand in his hand. I sat down next to him and tried to take it from him. He moved his arm away, raising his eyebrows.

"You really think I'd let you touch it?"

"It was an accident," I said, cheeks burning.

He sighed and grabbed a piece of my hair, and I realised he was curling my hair. "Are you sure you can curl hair?" I asked, raising my eyebrows doubtfully.

He shot me a look and shook his head. "I have a sister, you know."

"I have a brother. Twelve of them, you know." I mimicked him, watching him through the mirror.

He raised his eyebrows. "Twelve?"

I blushed. "They're not my actual brothers. I just spent six years with them, you kinda get used to them."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, meeting my eyes in the mirror.

"I'd rather not say," I hurried, trying to forget the conversation. I wasn't going to bring up my past, not with him.

"Why not?"

"It's personal?" 

"I know, but you know so much about me."

I scoffed. "Are you being serious?"

"Yes. You know about my dad and where he works. You saw why I didn't want you in my dorm."

"No, I didn't actually see."

"It was a wreck?" He reminded me.

"Why was it a wreck?" 

"I came back, saw you weren't there and decided to have a bit of fun. It got a bit out of hand though," he frowned to himself.

"You were hungover when you slept by my door?" I asked in surprisement as he moved onto a different piece piece.

"Yep."

I thought back to how he had needed coffee, and it all clicked. "You still haven't answered who Nicholas was though," I pointed out. His jaw tightened slightly and he released my hair a little roughly.