Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter Fifteen

Harry’s Point of View:

“Is he conscious?” a bit of a voice echoed and I was unsure if I was just hearing things or if someone was actually speaking. It was odd – I recognized that voice from somewhere, but I just couldn’t put my finger on where. It was definitely a male speaking, maybe a teenager – I wasn’t sure. It was really hard for me to focus because as he was talking, I kept hearing a couple of consecutive ‘click’ noises in my right ear.

My eyes were so swollen, that they were reluctant to open completely. Even fighting with myself to open them was a challenge, but within a couple of long seconds, one of them flew open only about half way. Everything around me was a blur and I was starting to see large glops of something in front of me. Two something’s, more like. It took me a while to realize that those ‘glops’ of something were actually two people because I heard another voice – a female voice. Luckily, I recognized this one. It was Kendall. I was just a little lost though – how could it possibly be Kendall? I haven’t seen her since – 2010.

Kendall was one of my very closest friends (the only ‘female’ friend I ever had that I never slept with, nor have I ever had that intention with her.) She knew my life probably better than I did, and she always knew when something was wrong with me. There wasn’t a single thing that I could possibly keep from her because she read me like a book. Kendall also knew her boundaries and never touched base on anything that she knew would upset me. I guess that’s why I respected her so much – she was very… corporative and understanding. The only other person (besides my family, of course) who knew about my mother’s death and the car accident was her. Want to know what is so ironic about that? She never asked about my mother – ever. I think in a way, she knew something was wrong, but she remained silent about it. I was the one who one night, openly told her about everything.

We were twelve that night and she came over to my flat to help me with my math assignment. As she was helping me, I kept throwing questions at her. Some questions in which, were probably really stupid, but she never made a big deal out of it. Quite honestly, I don’t remember how the conversation was struck up, but it was and at the end of the night, she knew of everything that happened to my mom and sister.

“And they just – took her away? Just like that?” I remember how undeveloped and uneven her small voice was when we were so young like that.

All I could do was nod at the time. I was afraid to actually speak because I feared that tears would dwell in my eyes. Even now, I find it hard to talk about.

“I won’t ever see her again.” I remember repeating that over and over again, and I also remember her laying a hand on my shoulder. She looked at me with her big, dopy and sparkly eyes. “Don’t say that. You’ll see her again.”

And now – I heard that voice, only matured. She was in the room, but I didn’t know why. Matter of fact, I couldn’t recall any reason as to why I was even in here, or where I was for that matter.

“He’s breathing, I think.” Her voice lingered on, and I felt her hand touch my shoulders. I wanted to gasp from the sudden pain I felt in my shoulder, but I was so weak that I couldn’t. “Oh, good.” The guy spoke, almost relieved that I was okay.

Slowly but surely, my eyes opened a little bit. I felt my chest hum against the light fabric I was wearing. That was due to the quickness of my heart beating. “Harry? Oh, you’re up! I’m so relieved. How are you feeling?” Kendall came closer to me, hovering over my damaged face. I swallowed down an unsettled lump resting in my throat and flickered my eyes open a couple more times, just to get used to the sudden brightness beaming down from the ceiling.