Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter Twenty

Jaycee’s Point of View:

My whole body shivered in a way that was unfamiliar to me, but once I felt his arms wrap around my tiny torso, I took calm breaths. His jade eyes seemed to be glued to me and I blushed a little. His small, gentle smile crossed his lips and he ran his thumb against the creases of my lips. I certainly did not expect to spend the day with him like this, but I was kind of glad we did. Sure, every nerve in me was still shook up from what we just did, but now; my ‘comfort’ around him has become greater. No one has ever touched me in such a way and rather I can admit it out loud or not; I was glad it was him to be the one to do that. My smile widened subconsciously, and my hazel eyes glistened up at him. There was a bright beam of sunlight that crept its way through the creaks of the windows. That strong ray of sunshine beamed down, against my pale skin and I shielded it out of my vision. He let out a bit of a husky chuckle, and removed the strands of hair that blocked my vision. His full body leaned forward and now his lips were only inches from mine but something in me said that he dared not to kiss. My hand rested on his broad shoulder and I could feel his pulse beating against my palm. He had such structure, absolute heart beats and his muscles felt so strong; so unbreakable.  

“I’m glad you came out to see me today.” Harry whispered against my ear, which made me shiver a little bit.  I could feel him smile against my ear before he slowly leaned down and kissed my neck. A small gasp escaped from my lips and I ran my fingers through his thick, curly brown hair.

“I’m glad I came too.” Sweetly, I told him. When I said that, I couldn’t help but to see the pure happiness and accomplishment in his eyes. It was a look that Harry has never given me before. Without any notice, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I didn’t kiss him, or even think of doing such a thing. All I did was just hugged him; hugged him harder than I ever had before. He made me feel safe when I did this and instead of him moving away like I thought he would, he stayed and hugged me tighter. Things between us were definitely changing and I had almost forgotten about the boy who was so reluctant to be touched. This guy was someone completely different and I finally understood him.

“Maybe I should take you home now,” he whispered, his nose nuzzled in my neck. Once he said this, I quickly shook my hand and felt my nails dig into the rims of his shirt. He let out a surprised gasp and pulled himself away to examine me. “I know you want to stay with me longer,” he started, a cocky smirk crossing his fine lips. I playfully rolled my eyes. “But your parents are gonna worry about you.”

“I doubt it.” Hardly audible, I spoke and looked away for a second. Harry gave out a bit of an unidentifiable noise and lightly touched my chin to look up to him. “What?” he inquired and I shook my head once more. Harry let out a bit of a sigh and shook his head, allowing his curls to flow down his temples.  “What’s going on at home, Jaycee?”

I knew it; I just knew he was going to ask me this. It was only a matter of time before this question was thrown on the table. It’s been too long and to even think that he would forget about what he asked was just idiotic. “Harry,” A tired sigh came out of me and I really didn’t want to talk about it. He gulped and then nodded a little, his eyes roaming on the hard ground below us. “I get it.” He said. “Harry,” now, I sat up and looked at him. My hands balled up together and I let them rest in my lap. “No, you don’t have to explain yourself. I get how it is – I don’t exactly have the best life either. Just know that if you – ya know, wanna talk about it – I’m here.” I knew he was trying to be supportive, but I just couldn’t take him up on that offer. He couldn’t possibly understand what was going on at home. Even if I told him, he most likely wouldn’t believe me. To him, I have the ultimate perfect parents. He just wouldn’t understand what was really going on in my house unless he experienced it himself. He had to see what kind of a ‘man’ my father has become. He has to experience my mother’s chronic depression. He has to see my mother cry over my absent father and then he could tell me what he thinks. But since that will never happen – I can’t tell him. I can’t tell anyone because no one would understand.