Broken
Chapter 44
(unedited)
Hi hi hiii. So I know I haven't posted in ages but as you all know I was going to stop this story until every single comment I received asked for me to continue it so here is the next chapter! I know it's been awhile, so you may want to reread the previous chapter before reading this one. Please please let me know what you thought below, I worked very hard on writing this one :) Love you all.
Classes had come and gone, the weeks flying by just as fast as they had started. It was nearing spring, all signs of snow gone, the normal crisp cool air turning into a warmer breeze. School was over in one month, my first year of college soon coming to an end. My days have been filled with intense studying, exams being just around the corner. The end of school is so close, but this being the most important time of the year doesn't give me much time for excitement.
A swift knock on my bedroom door caught my attention, a smile gracing my lips the moment I look up from my notes.
"In need of a study break?" He speaks sheepishly, a sly smirk resting along his plump lips as he steps closer to me.
"I can't really afford one, but I'll take one anyways," I smile, my notes forgotten the moment Harry sat down at the edge of my bed.
"I missed you," He says, smiling slowly. I lean in closer towards him, gently fisting his shirt in my hand.
"I missed you more." I grin, my hand sliding up to grip the back of his neck.
He shakes his head, his curls slowly bouncing with each shake. "Not possible," He mumbles, his face inching closer towards mine.
His lips gently press against my own, our mouths molding together as I lay flat on my back, bringing his body with me. His large hands cup my face, his lips spreading into a smile as he hovers above me.
"I love you," His lips curve with each syllable, his mouth connecting with the side of my neck. "So much."
I run my fingers through his grown out curls, my eyes closed as he trails sweet kisses all over my bare skin. "I love you more."
A giggle escapes my lips as his curls tickle the side of my face from the shaking of his head. He abruply stops his movements and looks up, his eyes glistening with humour.
"Don't laugh at me." He warns, the side of his mouth uplifted into a slight smirk.
I raise a brow, my bottom lip taken between my teeth as I look up at him. His eyes shift down to my mouth, before reconnecting with me. "What're you going do about it?"
His smirk deepens, his lips lightly brushing against my own. "What am I going to do about it," He hums, his mouth moving along the side of my neck.
My breath catches in my throat the moment his tongue soothes inbetween my jaw and my collarbone, my hands refusing to stop him because of my important studies waiting to be read.
"Harry," I murmur, my eyes fluttering shut as his mouth continues to work against me. "Exams.." I mumble, my words speaking, but my actions pulling him closer to me.
"You need a break," His voice vibrates against me, causing goosebumps to raise on my skin. "What better way to help you relax," He lifts his head to look at me, his eyes asking for permission, but his lips pulled into a smirk, already knowing my answer.
I frown, knowing that he's right. With him already finished most of his exams, leaving only one left, he has nothing to worry about. I still have 3 more exams, and although I know I should be studying with every blink of my eye, I do need something to relax my nerves, and why turn down something I know will help with the person I love most.
His mouth has already started leaving small sweet kisses down my collarbone, his large hands spread across each of my hips as he lowers his body with each kiss. "It's been awhile," He speaks through each peck, his lips stopping once his mouth hits the material of my t-shirt.
I smile down at him, his bright eyes holding adoration as his slim fingers play with the hem of my shirt. I nod my head and his smile grows as he lifts the loose material from my body. His palm finds the back of my neck as he gently lifts my head from the bed so he can disregard the clothing. I smile at his actions, his kindness never ceasing to surprise me. He lowers his head and his lips find mine, his hands exploring my bare stomach.
"I'm so in love with you," He breathes out, his eyes fluttering open to look into mine, his lips hovering above my own.
His words errupt a cage of butterflies into my stomach, a blush making it's way to my face every time I hear him speak those words. His smile deepens as he glances down at my crimson cheeks, his dimples present.
I trial my fingers down the sides of his clothed torso, the plain white t-shirt hanging down as his body hovers above mine. "I don't think you will ever realize how in love with you, I am." I whisper, my eyes shifting down at my confession, although I've told him many times before.
"I do," He speaks, his words causing me to look up into his eyes. "After spending hours with me, the minute I leave this room, you feel empty," He pauses, his eyes searching my face as he continues to speak. "Every time we're apart, you feel a longing to be with me, and when we're not together, you find yourself always thinking of me."
I gasp, shocked because he is correct with everything he's saying. Everytime we're apart I can't help but feel like I'm missing a part of myself. "How did you know that?" I ask.
A slight smile graces his lips, before he lowers them to my own. "Because I feel that same way about you." He confesses. "It's like you're permanently inked to me, you've got me completely head over heels for you, Emma Peterson."
My heart swelled in my chest, his words causing a rush in my body. I cupped his face in my hands, pulling his lips to mine. I felt light headed, knowing the boy that I've completely fallen in love with feels the same as I do, although deep down I knew that Harry loved me just as much as I loved him. He may not show his emotions that often, but he has opened up to me in more ways than he will ever know. He's shown his trust in me when he lets his guard down and let's himself feel emotional around me.
I lower my hands from his face, my fingers pulling at the fabric of his shirt. He smiles against my lips, momentarily pulling away so he can pull the material over his head. He smiles down at me before lowering his head, his lips molding into mine, our tongues moving in sync. My fingers slowly tug the zipper of his jeans down, before pulling open the button. Holding himself up with one hand, he pushes his boxers and jeans down his legs, his hand coming back up to slowly palm me through my pyjama shorts.
"Harry," I groan at the small pressure, earning a small smirk from him as he glances down at me. His hands slide up my thighs, his fingers disappearing into the band of my shorts as he carefully pulls them from my body. His hands are quick to slide behind my back, unclasping my bra before pulling the straps down each of my arms.
His eyes glisten as he looks over my bare body, his eyes focused on every inch of my exposed flesh. "God, you're so beautiful." He mumbles to himself, the small hoop in his lip taken between his teeth. I can feel my face blush at his words, my hand reaching down to wrap around him to catch his wandering eyes. He lets out a shaky breath as my hand moves down him a few times, before lining him up with my entrance.
His lips captured mine as he slowly pushes himself into me, our exhales mixing together as he continues to stretch me. His hips begin to push in and out of me, driving into me deeper and harder with every thrust, causing soft moans to escape my lips.
I watch as his muscles flex around me as he pushes as deep as possible, holding still for a split second before pulling out again. My short nails run down his back, feeling his muscles flexing and relaxing with each thrust. My teeth dig into the skin of his shoulder as he continues to pound into me, my legs wrapped loosely around his waist, each of his strong movements weakening me.
Each of his warm breaths are felt on my neck, both our bodies glistening with a thin layer of sweat. With each roll of his hips, I angle my hips up to meet his sharp thrusts, the immense pleasure quickly building in the pit of my stomach.
His teeth nip along my neck, his tongue soothing the sore area as loud groans vibrate from deep in his throat. His hips crash into mine, his thrusts growing faster and harder than ever. "Almost," He breathes out, his deep voice strained as his eyes struggle to stay open.
"Me too," I whimper, my lips mumbling against his as I pull his body impossibly closer to mine. The pressure in the pit of my stomach was incredibly heavy as his last few thrusts became sloppy. My thighs clenched tightly around his waist, my head rolled back against the pillow as waves of pleasure rolled through my body.
My breathes were coming out uneven as his lips gently pressed against mine, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away. His palm was holding the side of my face as he stared down at me, his lips pulling up into a lazy smile. "Relaxed yet?"
I giggled, causing him to chuckle as he pulled his tangled body from mine, settling in the free spot beside me. His long fingers played with my tangled hair as I rest my head against his chest, his rapid heartbeat similiar to mine. My fingers gently trail against the scattered ink of his torso, the art fascinating to me.
"I love you," He reminds me, his words drawn out as his breathing becomes steady. I smile, looking up at his tired eyes. His lips are still slightly swollen as he pulls his hoop back into his mouth, his eyes trained on my face.
"I love you more," I grin, pushing my body up from the bed to find my scattered clothes. I can see him violently shaking his head from the side of my vision, causing me to laugh as I pull on my pyjama shorts.
His head is still shaking back and forth, as I nod to him. My shirt being pulled over my head as I settle back into my warm bed. "I do," I speak aloud, my hands skimming the end of the bed for my loose study sheets.
Large palms engluf my wrists as my body is pulled back into laying position. A smile is present on his plump lips as his arm wraps around me, his lips making quick contact with my own before he rests his head back down onto the pillow. "Nope."
I roll my eyes and settle comfortably against him, my head resting between his shoulder and arm, his gentle hand movements running along my back making me sleepy. My eyelids become heavy as I let out a content sigh, my lips pressing into the side of his shoulder as I let sleep take over my body.
I wake to a short, loud crash, my eyelids fluttering open to find the bed empty. I rub the sleep out of my eyes to find the source of the sound, my eyes quickly finding Harry's tall frame standing completely still at the edge of my bed. My brows furrow together in confusion as I stand from the bed, my hand reaching out to grab ahold of his arm.
"Harry?" I ask, his body not moving the slightest at the sound of my voice. I look down at his feet and see his iPhone laying slightly cracked, a call still present as I watch the calls seconds continue to tick.
I slowly crouch down and reach for the phone before glancing back at Harry. His face has visibly paled, any trace of colour drained as his pale eyes stare past me. It doesn't even look like he's breathing as his large hands begin to shake.
"Harry...?" I repeat, my voice coming out shaky as concern begins to wash over me. I look down at the cracked phone in my hand, the call still present as I slowly bring the phone to my ear. The green eyes I've grown to love look lost and empty, as he finally looks over at me.
The moment I speak the word "Hello?" into the reciever, his husky voice speaks. No trace of his usual sarcasm and humour is shown, as he speaks the one word neither of us thought we would ever have to say again.
"Gemma."
Hi hi hiii. So I know I haven't posted in ages but as you all know I was going to stop this story until every single comment I received asked for me to continue it so here is the next chapter! I know it's been awhile, so you may want to reread the previous chapter before reading this one. Please please let me know what you thought below, I worked very hard on writing this one :) Love you all.
Classes had come and gone, the weeks flying by just as fast as they had started. It was nearing spring, all signs of snow gone, the normal crisp cool air turning into a warmer breeze. School was over in one month, my first year of college soon coming to an end. My days have been filled with intense studying, exams being just around the corner. The end of school is so close, but this being the most important time of the year doesn't give me much time for excitement.
A swift knock on my bedroom door caught my attention, a smile gracing my lips the moment I look up from my notes.
"In need of a study break?" He speaks sheepishly, a sly smirk resting along his plump lips as he steps closer to me.
"I can't really afford one, but I'll take one anyways," I smile, my notes forgotten the moment Harry sat down at the edge of my bed.
"I missed you," He says, smiling slowly. I lean in closer towards him, gently fisting his shirt in my hand.
"I missed you more." I grin, my hand sliding up to grip the back of his neck.
He shakes his head, his curls slowly bouncing with each shake. "Not possible," He mumbles, his face inching closer towards mine.
His lips gently press against my own, our mouths molding together as I lay flat on my back, bringing his body with me. His large hands cup my face, his lips spreading into a smile as he hovers above me.
"I love you," His lips curve with each syllable, his mouth connecting with the side of my neck. "So much."
I run my fingers through his grown out curls, my eyes closed as he trails sweet kisses all over my bare skin. "I love you more."
A giggle escapes my lips as his curls tickle the side of my face from the shaking of his head. He abruply stops his movements and looks up, his eyes glistening with humour.
"Don't laugh at me." He warns, the side of his mouth uplifted into a slight smirk.
I raise a brow, my bottom lip taken between my teeth as I look up at him. His eyes shift down to my mouth, before reconnecting with me. "What're you going do about it?"
His smirk deepens, his lips lightly brushing against my own. "What am I going to do about it," He hums, his mouth moving along the side of my neck.
My breath catches in my throat the moment his tongue soothes inbetween my jaw and my collarbone, my hands refusing to stop him because of my important studies waiting to be read.
"Harry," I murmur, my eyes fluttering shut as his mouth continues to work against me. "Exams.." I mumble, my words speaking, but my actions pulling him closer to me.
"You need a break," His voice vibrates against me, causing goosebumps to raise on my skin. "What better way to help you relax," He lifts his head to look at me, his eyes asking for permission, but his lips pulled into a smirk, already knowing my answer.
I frown, knowing that he's right. With him already finished most of his exams, leaving only one left, he has nothing to worry about. I still have 3 more exams, and although I know I should be studying with every blink of my eye, I do need something to relax my nerves, and why turn down something I know will help with the person I love most.
His mouth has already started leaving small sweet kisses down my collarbone, his large hands spread across each of my hips as he lowers his body with each kiss. "It's been awhile," He speaks through each peck, his lips stopping once his mouth hits the material of my t-shirt.
I smile down at him, his bright eyes holding adoration as his slim fingers play with the hem of my shirt. I nod my head and his smile grows as he lifts the loose material from my body. His palm finds the back of my neck as he gently lifts my head from the bed so he can disregard the clothing. I smile at his actions, his kindness never ceasing to surprise me. He lowers his head and his lips find mine, his hands exploring my bare stomach.
"I'm so in love with you," He breathes out, his eyes fluttering open to look into mine, his lips hovering above my own.
His words errupt a cage of butterflies into my stomach, a blush making it's way to my face every time I hear him speak those words. His smile deepens as he glances down at my crimson cheeks, his dimples present.
I trial my fingers down the sides of his clothed torso, the plain white t-shirt hanging down as his body hovers above mine. "I don't think you will ever realize how in love with you, I am." I whisper, my eyes shifting down at my confession, although I've told him many times before.
"I do," He speaks, his words causing me to look up into his eyes. "After spending hours with me, the minute I leave this room, you feel empty," He pauses, his eyes searching my face as he continues to speak. "Every time we're apart, you feel a longing to be with me, and when we're not together, you find yourself always thinking of me."
I gasp, shocked because he is correct with everything he's saying. Everytime we're apart I can't help but feel like I'm missing a part of myself. "How did you know that?" I ask.
A slight smile graces his lips, before he lowers them to my own. "Because I feel that same way about you." He confesses. "It's like you're permanently inked to me, you've got me completely head over heels for you, Emma Peterson."
My heart swelled in my chest, his words causing a rush in my body. I cupped his face in my hands, pulling his lips to mine. I felt light headed, knowing the boy that I've completely fallen in love with feels the same as I do, although deep down I knew that Harry loved me just as much as I loved him. He may not show his emotions that often, but he has opened up to me in more ways than he will ever know. He's shown his trust in me when he lets his guard down and let's himself feel emotional around me.
I lower my hands from his face, my fingers pulling at the fabric of his shirt. He smiles against my lips, momentarily pulling away so he can pull the material over his head. He smiles down at me before lowering his head, his lips molding into mine, our tongues moving in sync. My fingers slowly tug the zipper of his jeans down, before pulling open the button. Holding himself up with one hand, he pushes his boxers and jeans down his legs, his hand coming back up to slowly palm me through my pyjama shorts.
"Harry," I groan at the small pressure, earning a small smirk from him as he glances down at me. His hands slide up my thighs, his fingers disappearing into the band of my shorts as he carefully pulls them from my body. His hands are quick to slide behind my back, unclasping my bra before pulling the straps down each of my arms.
His eyes glisten as he looks over my bare body, his eyes focused on every inch of my exposed flesh. "God, you're so beautiful." He mumbles to himself, the small hoop in his lip taken between his teeth. I can feel my face blush at his words, my hand reaching down to wrap around him to catch his wandering eyes. He lets out a shaky breath as my hand moves down him a few times, before lining him up with my entrance.
His lips captured mine as he slowly pushes himself into me, our exhales mixing together as he continues to stretch me. His hips begin to push in and out of me, driving into me deeper and harder with every thrust, causing soft moans to escape my lips.
I watch as his muscles flex around me as he pushes as deep as possible, holding still for a split second before pulling out again. My short nails run down his back, feeling his muscles flexing and relaxing with each thrust. My teeth dig into the skin of his shoulder as he continues to pound into me, my legs wrapped loosely around his waist, each of his strong movements weakening me.
Each of his warm breaths are felt on my neck, both our bodies glistening with a thin layer of sweat. With each roll of his hips, I angle my hips up to meet his sharp thrusts, the immense pleasure quickly building in the pit of my stomach.
His teeth nip along my neck, his tongue soothing the sore area as loud groans vibrate from deep in his throat. His hips crash into mine, his thrusts growing faster and harder than ever. "Almost," He breathes out, his deep voice strained as his eyes struggle to stay open.
"Me too," I whimper, my lips mumbling against his as I pull his body impossibly closer to mine. The pressure in the pit of my stomach was incredibly heavy as his last few thrusts became sloppy. My thighs clenched tightly around his waist, my head rolled back against the pillow as waves of pleasure rolled through my body.
My breathes were coming out uneven as his lips gently pressed against mine, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away. His palm was holding the side of my face as he stared down at me, his lips pulling up into a lazy smile. "Relaxed yet?"
I giggled, causing him to chuckle as he pulled his tangled body from mine, settling in the free spot beside me. His long fingers played with my tangled hair as I rest my head against his chest, his rapid heartbeat similiar to mine. My fingers gently trail against the scattered ink of his torso, the art fascinating to me.
"I love you," He reminds me, his words drawn out as his breathing becomes steady. I smile, looking up at his tired eyes. His lips are still slightly swollen as he pulls his hoop back into his mouth, his eyes trained on my face.
"I love you more," I grin, pushing my body up from the bed to find my scattered clothes. I can see him violently shaking his head from the side of my vision, causing me to laugh as I pull on my pyjama shorts.
His head is still shaking back and forth, as I nod to him. My shirt being pulled over my head as I settle back into my warm bed. "I do," I speak aloud, my hands skimming the end of the bed for my loose study sheets.
Large palms engluf my wrists as my body is pulled back into laying position. A smile is present on his plump lips as his arm wraps around me, his lips making quick contact with my own before he rests his head back down onto the pillow. "Nope."
I roll my eyes and settle comfortably against him, my head resting between his shoulder and arm, his gentle hand movements running along my back making me sleepy. My eyelids become heavy as I let out a content sigh, my lips pressing into the side of his shoulder as I let sleep take over my body.
I wake to a short, loud crash, my eyelids fluttering open to find the bed empty. I rub the sleep out of my eyes to find the source of the sound, my eyes quickly finding Harry's tall frame standing completely still at the edge of my bed. My brows furrow together in confusion as I stand from the bed, my hand reaching out to grab ahold of his arm.
"Harry?" I ask, his body not moving the slightest at the sound of my voice. I look down at his feet and see his iPhone laying slightly cracked, a call still present as I watch the calls seconds continue to tick.
I slowly crouch down and reach for the phone before glancing back at Harry. His face has visibly paled, any trace of colour drained as his pale eyes stare past me. It doesn't even look like he's breathing as his large hands begin to shake.
"Harry...?" I repeat, my voice coming out shaky as concern begins to wash over me. I look down at the cracked phone in my hand, the call still present as I slowly bring the phone to my ear. The green eyes I've grown to love look lost and empty, as he finally looks over at me.
The moment I speak the word "Hello?" into the reciever, his husky voice speaks. No trace of his usual sarcasm and humour is shown, as he speaks the one word neither of us thought we would ever have to say again.
"Gemma."
Notes
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On yes I so wann hear the phone call love this story
6/28/14