Broken

Chapter 56

"How ya feeling sweetheart?"

I groaned into the pillow, throwing it off of my face and across the floor. Harry sat beside me, his hand rubbing my stomach.

"Better." I said after a moment. "I hate being a girl. Be lucky you aren't a girl."

He chuckled, leaning over me and pecking my lips. "Don't worry, I'm thanking my lucky stars."

I crinkled my nose and smiled. I raised my hand and snapped my fingers. "Spoon me Styles."

The bed shifted and I squealed when his arms wrapped around my waist, his leg draping over mine, his nose snuggling into my neck.

"That isn't what I meant." I giggled, trying to move.

"Oh yes it was, you know it." he mumbled, kissing my skin.

I nudged him in the stomach gently with my elbow, wiggling out of his grasp. "Spoon me Styles." I repeated. He laughed and sat up, grabbing the plastic spoon and tub behind him. He opened it and got a big scoop of whipped cream, handing it to me.

"For m'lady." he said, holding it out.

I grabbed it and smiled. "Thank you kind sir." I said. I licked the whipped cream off the spoon, lying back on the bed. "You're a pretty darn good boyfriend." I said, pointing the spoon at him.

"What, did you think I was going to be a bad boyfriend?" he joked, rolling his eyes.

"I mean, you never know man." I teased back, throwing him a wink.

He snorted and stole the spoon out of my hand, getting his own thing of whipped cream.

I could hear the ocean from the crack in my window, the moon shining into the room, splashing silver along the walls and the wood floors and Harry's perfect skin, making him glow and shimmer. I watched him carefully as he ate. His eyes were fixed on no certain point, his eyes past seeing. They were a dark green and the little crinkle in the middle of his forehead appeared like it did every time he was concentrating.

"What are you thinking about my love?" I asked softly, resting my hand on his forearm.

He broke out of his trance, looking at me. He covered my fingers with his, stroking the pad of his thumb across the plains of my hand.

"I'm scheduled to leave in two weeks." he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine.

I gulped hard and sat up, my heart sinking in my chest. "That soon?"

He nodded slowly. "That soon."

I chewed my lip, gripping on tight to him. My mind raced and curved and left me in the dust and I was stuck with handfuls of things I didn't know how to deal with.

"What are you going to do?" I asked cautiously.

He shook his head. "What are we going to do." he said. "Whatever I decided, we decide together."

"Why is this so hard?" I sighed, looking towards the window. "Why did we have to grow up?"

"It sucks, doesn't it?" he asked. "I'm not very fond of it either."

"I think we just need to get all of our thoughts out on to the table." I said. "We need to establish where we stand with all of this."

"Well," he started, rubbing the back of his neck. "When I talked to Ryder the other day, he told me that the time he spent apart with Katy helped them grow closer when they found each other again. He said that it helped him figure himself out first to he could be there more for her." He looked at me again, his eyes holding every drop of the ocean, calm and sad.