You Broke Me


Abigail Thompson stands out. She cuts and cries. Why? Because the popular teens bully her to no end. They call her horrible names and hurt her. Worst of all, she has no one to go to. Her mom is an alcoholic, and her dad left her. She has one friend, Sarah, but she's afraid Sarah may be drifting away from her. So when Harry Styles, one of the worst bullies, starts to flirt with her, Abigail feels threatened. He bullied her for years. But will she change her heart, and is he actually wanting her?


17. That Was Fun


''Nice place.'' Abby compliments, as we step inside. ''It's my friend Nick's.'' I tell her. She nods and takes off her shoes, and varsity jacket. I lead her upstairs and she sits on the chair in my room. ''So, what do you want to talk about?'' ''Um..'' I hesitate. ''What?'' ''I wanna talk about us.'' She raises an eyebrow. ''What about us?'' ''Well, I really liked what we had, and I was wondering if you wanted to try again.'' She smiles, ''Actually, I do.'' I grin and she stands to hug me. She wraps her arms around my neck and stares up at me, Her sky blue eyes piercing into me. ''Let's start now.'' I smile as she brings her lips closer to mine. We kiss and I wrap my arms around her waist. We hold onto that kiss for awhile, before we pull away. ''Just as amazing as I remember.'' She says, laughing. We kiss again, and I pull down onto to the bed. We pull away again, and she sits on top of me. She brings her face closer, her long, dark hair tickling my face. I pull her down to kiss. She runs her hands through my hair, as we passionately kiss. We end up in a heated make-out session. She rolls off of me and stands, she pushes the door closed and walks back over. She sits up on my lap and unbuttons my jacket, and slips it off my back. I force my lips onto hers as she pulls my shirt over my head, leaving my upper half bare. She pushes me onto my back and continues to repeatedly kiss me. I pull her shirt off, revealing her bra. I toss it to the side along with my shirt and jacket.


I open my eyes and glance at the clock. 7:00 pm. I turn to my other side, and see Natalie fast asleep, naked. I look under the covers and see the same with me. ''Well, that escalated quickly.'' I mumble, recalling earlier. Natalie stirs and sits up, covering herself with a sheet. ''Well, Mr.Styles, good thing we're 18, and allowed to do this.'' ''Why?'' ''Because that was amazing.'' I laugh, and reach over the bed, for my jeans. I find them and slip into them, before standing up, and retrieving my shirt. I toss Natalie her leggings and shirt, and she slips them on. We walk downstairs and we're greeted by a smiling Nick. ''Have fun?'' ''What?'' ''You guys were so loud.'' He tells us with a laugh. I blush and turn to see Natalie's cheeks bright pink. I kiss her forehead and sit on the couch, patting my lap. She plops down and smiles. She cuddles closer, her head in the crook of my neck. ''You guys hungry?'' Nick suddenly ask. ''Come to think of it, I am.'' I say, wrapping my arms around Natalie. She nods and Nick stands, walking to the phone. ''I'm ordering pizza.'' I nod and Natalie smiles, ''Sounds great.''


"This is pretty good pizza.'' I say, reaching for another slice. Natalie agrees and finishes her slice, and lays down. Nick closes the empty box and finishes his piece. I finish off mine and lean back on the couch. Natalie scoots closer and rests against me. We sit in the dark of the living room, a light glow coming from the t.v. I lean down to kiss her cheek, and she smiles, closing her eyes. She makes herself comfortable beside me and I feel her quietly fall asleep. I close my eyes and attempt to drift off, but the sounds from the t.v. bother me. I reach foreword, and grab the remote flicking it off.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...