Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter Twenty Two

Jaycee’s Point of View:

The next morning, I woke up in a place that was not my own. My eyes were only slightly opened and I had an incredible headache. Besides my headache, my whole body was cold. I don’t know why, but instantly, I grabbed all of the blankets around me and pulled them over my body. Finally gathering the strength to do so, I opened my eyes and found that I was in someone’s room. This would have scared me, but then I remembered… I remembered everything. Everything from the previous night, I remembered Harry finding me, I remember how freezing cold my body was as I lay on that ground, but what was worse was – I remembered everything my father said. Those thoughts were replaying in my head and I tried to push them aside because now, I was dealing with this.

Attempting to rise from the bed, I took a deep breath and pushed my weight forward, causing me to sit up straight on the bed. Rubbing my eyes, I got a better look at where I was at. The room was quite small, smaller than just an average room. The bed was twin sized; there was a medium side table and a closet – nothing else. I looked around the room and then noticed the walls. There was a lot of random quotes almost graffitied onto the walls as well as some pretty good drawings. This was Harry’s room so – he drew these? To say I was shocked would be a total understatement. He had mentioned that he liked to draw before, but I never thought he had this much talent.

Standing up from the bed, I stretched then looked to my right and saw something that caught my attention. He had photos taped to his wall by his side table. I knew I probably shouldn’t, but I was curious, so I walked over to the photos to have a look. One of them was of him when he was younger – he really changed. The other was of him standing with a girl who looked completely identical to him. Was this – Gemma? He mentioned his sister to me before and I never thought she was really that beautiful. I smiled, then looked over at the other photo. It was a bit of a middle aged woman with straight brown hair and a wide smile, much like Harry’s. She looked just like him, considering they had the same color hair and eyes, and even smile. She was a beautiful woman and putting two and two together, I realized that it was his mother. Then I remembered what he told me about her death and how it still devastated him. I couldn’t imagine what he was going through because losing my own mother was something I would never want to deal with. Even though she’s a royal pain in my ass, I was lucky to have her. I sighed, thinking of my own mother and everything that happened last night. My dad has become a drunken bastard and the way he treated her was just unacceptable. Then I realized – Harry and I have more in common than I thought.

There was a sudden knock on the door which startled me for a second. I quickly spun around and cleared my throat then opened it. It was Harry standing there and when he saw me, a wide smile appeared across his lips. “You’re awake.” His words were sweeter than usual. I simply nodded and shyly grinned up at him. His green eyes studied me for a second longer and then he turned and looked down the hall. I stepped out slowly and followed his eyes, but then got a smell of something. “What’s that?” I asked. “Breakfast. I uh, made you breakfast if you uh – are hungry.” A shy tone approached his tongue. He wore a relaxed smile and if I didn’t know any better, he was blushing? I found this surprisingly odd – I never thought he cooked.

A smile approached my lips and we walked into the kitchen. He pulled out a chair for me and I sat down as he served me my breakfast. Eggs, bacon, pancakes and orange juice – it looked delicious. We both ate and I couldn’t help but to feel awkward. Slowly, I bit into my food and he must have noticed and he let out a chuckle but continued to eat. Breakfast lasted in complete silence and I think it was because of what had just happened last night. I felt too shameful to even say anything because last night, I was in such of a state of vulnerability and hurt, that I wasn’t even acting the same. I know that Harry has seen me cry before, but this – this was too much. I must have been thinking about it too much because Harry looked up at me and sighed, then dropped his fork on his plate.