Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter Twenty Five

Jaycee’s Point of View:

The vibrant sunlight felt almost blinding, even though my eyes had been shut closed. It was what woke me up for sure. That or the immediate headache I’ve got. It must have been all of the crying I’ve done the night before. What time was it? Was it early? Turning to my side, I felt skin brush against my own and that’s when it hit me – Harry. It was Harry’s solid body; I knew that feeling anywhere.  Now, my eyes instantly opened and even though my vision was fuzzy, I saw the sleeping boy lay next to me. He lay shirtless and looked absolutely peaceful; I just couldn’t get the image out of my head. His head was leaning to the opposite side of me and he was such a light sleeper, I could actually hear his heartbeat. As much as I wanted to move, I couldn’t. I felt impaired in my own bed. Logically, I knew this was wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be here and he certainly wasn’t supposed to be in my bed, but I just couldn’t bear the fact that he had to leave.

With my hazel eyes glued to the sleeping man beside me, I contemplated a lot of things. How he showed up last night… completely out of it. I knew Harry got himself involved in things I’ve never done, but I never thought he’d get that bad…that impulsive. It almost scared me to think that he behaved in such a way when he was drunk. It just brought more questions like, what happened if he got into a fight or accident while drunk. I knew he thought he could take care of himself, but it wasn’t true. I saw past that and into the Harry that was scared.

Suddenly, his solid body shifted to the side and he let out a sleepy groan as his head tossed against my pillow. Gasping from shock, I quickly turned around and looked out the window to my side. With the swift action he took, it brought him closer to me and I could feel his steady breaths run along my back, which send shivers down my spine. I couldn’t stay in this position forever – I had to get up. Quietly, I rose from my bed and walked over to my dresser. Leaning forward, I looked in the mirror and noticed a bit of bruising on my neck. Quickly, I moved my bits of hair out of my vision and saw all of the bruises, or… hickeys right about my collar bone. Harry…

My fingertips slightly glided over the bruise and I bit my lip, trying to disguise the pain. I was new to kissing and all intimate relations, but this beat out everything. I felt dirty, disgusting… used. How could he do this to me? Looking from the corner of my eye, I watched him sleep. Truthfully, I wanted to despise him but I just couldn’t. No matter how much of a sleaze bag he seemed to be a times, it just wouldn’t change my perception of him. I felt vulnerable when I was with him. Weak and mindless – that’s exactly how he made me feel most of the time.

A sad sigh escaped from my lips and I grabbed my brush and began to brush out the knots in my hair. Last night’s sleep was wonderful, but I didn’t know why. I haven’t had a peaceful night like that in weeks. Maybe Harry was partially responsible for that. But now, looking into the mirror, I knew I had to make a decision. He couldn’t seriously stay here but I was also too embarrassed to wake him up myself. I could imagine he wanted to sleep off the hang over, but this wasn’t the place he could do that. If my dad found him – oh boy. Setting my brush aside, I walked back over to my window and just looked outside of it. Birds chirped and the sun was well lit in the sky. It was a beautiful day.

“J-Jay?”

Oh god.

Clumsily, my body spun around and I looked at the boy who uttered my name. He had woken up but his eyes were only squinting. Again, his morning voice was much deeper than his habitual speaking voice. “I um,” fumbling, I uttered. My hands twirled between my hair and I looked away. Still, I couldn’t look at him – it was too hard. “I thought you’d want to sleep.”

Even though I wasn’t close enough, I could still see the guilt in his eyes. His remorseful aura was almost glowing and before I knew it, he rose out of my bed and grabbed his shirt. “I’m – I’m sorry I came. I uh, hope I didn’t make a – more of a fool of myself.” He was careful with his words but they still came out swiftly. I could not utter a word now, no – not at all. Suddenly, my eyes wandered off.