Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter Eighteen

Jaycee’s Point of View:

After that kiss that Harry and I shared a couple of days ago, things have changed. Honestly, I didn’t understand what I was feeling when I kissed him – all I knew was that it was what I wanted. Maybe it was something I’ve suppressed inside for a while but I didn’t know. As for our relationship, I still don’t know. We’ve become – closer, if that makes sense. He’s very – distant when it comes down to talking about it, so I never really mention it with him. Harry is very distant about a lot of things, but after what he told me about his past – I finally understood. I couldn’t even begin to describe how bad I felt for practically making him tell me what was going on, but I was glad he did. About two days later, he ‘finished’ his story.

“She’s about 20 now,” he told me, a small, fragile smile at the ends of his lips. His dimples were so distinctive, that with even the smallest of curves of the lips, they are quite visible. “We weren’t far apart in age, which is probably why we were so close.”

Daring to ask, my eyes searched for his. I wanted him to understand that it was okay to stop talking about this whenever he wanted to. “Where is she now?”

Harry looked about in the room, almost trying to recall everything he had remembered from his past. I wanted to know what went through his mind right now, but I knew that would be overstepping my boundaries. “She’s somewhere in London, with my Uncle Ray and Aunt Lola.” Harry finally spoke, almost as if he had been silenced for too long to even imagine. I noticed that about him; he took his time when he spoke. It almost gave him more of a cagy edge. It confused me; why couldn’t Harry have gone with her? It made no sense to split up two siblings for no reason. It was both heartbreaking and devastating. Just looking in his eyes now, I could see what Gemma (his sister) meant to him. “I know what you’re thinking,” A slight, dry chuckle came out of the boy. His green eyes shifted towards me and instantly, I felt guilty of my own thoughts. Harry could read me like a book and I would never understand how, but he just could.

“Why didn’t I go with her?” Harry’s tongue licked the edges of his lips and he rubbed his palms together, thoroughly. “Because I couldn’t. I know it sounds kinda vague.” Another small, non-funny chuckle escaped from his lips. Behind his laughs, I could feel his pain. I spotted it off of him the moment he mentioned his sister’s name. Words couldn’t even describe how hard it must have been for him to talk about this right now, but in a way – I felt as if he needed to get this off of his chest. From what I gathered, he was beginning to trust me, so I was going to listen to whatever he had to say.

“I don’t know, honestly. All I remember was her just – being pulled away from me. Or maybe I was the one pulled away. I don’t know, I was so young. But I do remember her crying – and – “he paused and let out a sad sigh. Subconsciously, I rubbed his shoulder but his eyes remained on the ground beneath our feet. I wanted so desperately to hug him and to tell him it was okay, but I knew it wouldn’t have mattered. What happened happened – as he would say. I just found his whole story so tragic. “Well, it’s in the past. I’m sure she’s off in University somewhere, studying medicine, like she said she’d be.” He smiled at that thought. I couldn’t help but to smile along, but only my smile was different from his. Mine was a sad, seeping smile.

His body was so tense, but I understood why. I could feel his muscle pulsating against my palm and I gulped. “I don’t even think she remembers me.”

Once he said that, my hands dropped to their sides and I raised my eyebrows, giving him a dull expression. I could help but to feel my lips purr into a smirk as I looked at him. With the perk of his thick brown eyebrow, he raised it and looked at me. “What?”