Flowers in the Window || W2S

11

sorry for break between updates I have been very ill recently. I hate the cold and so does my body apparently.

Wounds don't heal easily. Sometimes they don't heal at all. They can be physical, or they can be emotional. Invisible scars or noticeable ones. But if you have a little help, they may heal quicker. Even if it's only subtle. Or temporary.

Bryce's leg wound didn't heal the way it was supposed to. He had to go back to the hospital one night for an operation-and the place had been so busy that they hadn't let you stay. You'd become a wreck once you got home. Only the feeling of Harry in your room, spider suit sticking to his body due to the pouring rain, arms wrapped around you and pulling you close to his chest, was able to quell your tears.

You'd healed fine, thank goodness. Well, fine was a strong word-you hadn't gotten an infection or needed your own operation. Going back to school was hard-you'd missed a lot of work, pain still followed your every step, you'd developed a spontaneous falling disorder, and you hated the idea of leaving Bryce alone in the apartment while he was so vulnerable. Still, Marcus came over every day, and Harry, Margot and Wes were all there to make sure that you weren't going to collapse in the middle of a busy hallway. The fears were quickly vanquished.

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"Why wouldn't you tell us about this, you bloody dark horse?"

Margot's words were a stark contrast to the expression that had made itself comfortable on her face. She looked ecstatic, to say the least. And Wes matched her perfectly-he hadn't stopped grinning since you'd all left the classroom, although that might have just been because of the early finish.

You'd finally done it. After three weeks of dating the most beautiful, heroic, lovely boy you'd ever met in your lifetime, you'd finally told two of the other three people who mattered the most to you. There was a lot of hesitation at first-you weren't exactly sure how to tell them how you'd gotten together without spilling the secret. But as it turned out, that detail wasn't even necessary. They hadn't cared how you'd done it-they just cared that you had.

"We've been dating for less than a full month," you reminded them. "Very early days. And you didn't tell either of us when you first started chatting with Rex-that took a full three weeks, too."

"Yeah, yeah alright, we're just as bad as each other. Aren't we, Wes?"

There was no response. You both turned to check that you hadn't accidentally left poor Wes behind, and found him staring off into space, head inclined toward the sky. Looking up, you found nothing of interest.

"Wes?"

He started, and swung round to the two of you, still clinging to each other and watching him. He composed himself, then reached over and patted your head. "I don't need to be a part of this conversation. I already know I'm proud of you, baby. You get your man and keep him."

You giggled. "Thanks, dad. Glad to hear you're always so supportive."

Margot squealed. "Oh my god, the ice cream truck showed up! We have to get some!" She felt around in her pockets and pouted like a little girl. "Damn, I have no money. Fucking free school meals."

"I'll pay," Wes offered, and her whole face completely lit up, before she ran off to get to the truck and place her order, backpack bouncing with her movements.

Laughter erupted from your throat as you watched her-this girl who had been your friend for just over a decade and was still your favourite person on the planet. "Silly Margot."

"What a beautiful creature she is," Wes murmured.

You looked at him strangely, seeing him stare at Margot with a familiar expression. A soft, gentle, slightly protective expression. An expression that you were very familiar with..because it was the same way Harry looked at you.