The Skin I'm In

Chapter Twelve: A Simple Friendship

Spring's P.O.V

"So you're telling me you've never had a boyfriend before?" Harry exclaimed.

I laughed as I fell down on my bed.

"No! Why?"

"In the most friendliest way possible, you're hot!"

My eyes widened as I broke out in a laugh, "Thanks I guess?"

We currently sat in my bedroom talking about random things, and since my parents weren't home we were able to close the door. The tension between us had decreased drastically, we were able to talk about anything without getting uncomfortable whatsoever, which was surprising considering the fact I was quite the introvert. It was nice to feel that someone had my back and cared enough to ask me if I was okay, even if it was obvious I wasn't, it was better to be asked to know that someone cares. Before, I'd be around him and feel the need to dim down my personality, which is downright loud, but now I felt careless if my hair wasn't braided or fixed right, I was me and that's all he seemed to care about. I remember going to church, hating it, I had to be someone else for two hours. I couldn't be me.

"What time do your parents get home?" Harry asked.

"I'm not sure, they're both working late tonight." I informed.

Harry nodded.

He never told me why he broke up with Vivian so I never told him about our encounter, I'd rather let it go then to upset him. It was so weird, honestly. I've never had a friend over so many times, let alone a boy.

"Can I crash here? I'm too lazy to drive home. I'll leave if you want me to."

"No big deal. You can sneak out the window in the morning and come back to pick me up."

"Whoa. Am I corrupting, Spring Evermore?" His voice teased, knowing my parents would kill me if they found out a boy slept in my room.

"No. I'm just being a good friend, letting my friend sleepover, because he is too lazy to drive his Range Rover to his house." I smiled sarcastically.

"Thank you, Spring!" He erupted, hugging me tightly as I flinched, cringing.

"I don't like you."

"You love me."

"Right." I said, sarcasm laced in my tone.

"Are you ticklish?"

"No," I lied.

He squinted his eyes at me before asking another question.

"How tall are you?"

"Five feet."

Suddenly, harry was tickling me profusely as I laughed loudly.

"Stop!" I screamed, repeatedly.

"Not until you admit that you love me and that I am an awesome friend and that I'm devilishly handsome!"

"Never!"

I fought him off of me by tickling him back but he was not phased as he pushed my hands away, swiftly tickling me harder.

"Say it!!"

"Okay. I'll say it just p-please stop!"

He stopped and I caught my breath, chuckling before speaking.

"I love you and you are an awesome friend." I stated leaving out the other part, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"You left one thing out, but it's fine cause I know you're thinking it." He winked.