Broken

Chapter 16

"Ow, the hair."

"Sorry," he murmured, his eyebrows creasing.

I realised he wasn't ready to talk about Nicholas, so I pushed it out of my head, even though I desperately wanted answers as to who the hell the guy was. I decided to talk about something else.

"Harry?" I asked.

He grunted out a reply as he focused on unwinding a piece of my hair from the wand. 

"You know the blonde girl who said you were hers?" I asked, whilst fingering the burn on my hand.

Harry rolled his eyes, setting down the wand. "Yes, her?"

I examined my hair, almost laughing at how bad it looked. Some parts were curlier than other, but I didn't say anything. "She said something interesting."

"What did she say?" Harry asked, watching me as I turned to face him.

"Oh, I don't know. Something about you not kissing anyone."

He stood up, and so did I. "She said I don't kiss anyone?"

"Let me rephrase that; you don't kiss the people you fuck around with."

He frowned, watching me. "Really?"

"Is it true?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I'm not one for kissing."

"But you kissed me," I pointed out.

He hid his smile again, turning his head towards the door. "So I did."

"Why do you hide your smiles?" I asked, leaving the kissing subject for a bit.

"I don't."

"You do, don't try and deny it."

I watched him grab his jacket and he turned to me. "Let's go."

And as we walked to the car, Harry said this so quietly I almost didn't hear, but he whispered, "I'm not worthy of smiling."

~*~

We were sat down in a random restaurant, me and Harry sat next to each other with Harry's dad opposite Harry. They were both drinking beer, and lots of it - especially Harry. I, on the other hand, feeling that Harry would probably get drunk. 

"So," Des smiled. "When did you two start dating?"

I glanced at Harry, expecting him to answer, but he kept his eyes on his beer. I tutted and looked at Des. “Um, two months ago.”

This was a lie.

“How’s he been treating you?” Des laughed, and I smiled politely.

“Oh. He’s been wonderful.”

This was a lie.

“Ah, that’s good to hear. I like to think that I raised him properly,” Des smiled, glancing at Harry. They exchanged looks and Des shook his head. “He’s quite the gentleman, right?”

“Totally,” I smiled, my cheeks hurting from the fakeness.

This was a lie, too.

“Right, I’m glad you two are happy together.” Des said, as the food arrived.

“I’m glad I found her,” Harry said to Des, glancing at me with a bored look in his eye.

I kicked his shin and he coughed, bowing his head. I caught his cheeks reddening and smiled to myself. My phone buzzed and I looked at it.

You’re lucky you’re a girl. x

I shot Harry a look, he was staring at his phone bluntly. “Idiot,” I muttered, turning back to Des.