The Skin I'm In

Chapter Twenty: Long Drives and Long Sighs

Spring's P.O.V
  Harry ended up spending the night after everything went down. My parents were right down the hall in their room so we had to keep quiet and turn my lights off so it wouldn't be so suspicious. I would've never imagined I'd be anywhere similar to this when I thought of high school, but when you don't believe in people like me things tend to go another way then what you expected. If you're lucky, you get a best friend or you get a tight bond that now lays between me and Harry.
I laid my head on his chest as we both slowly fell asleep. I had to be sure to wake him up soon, so he could leave and go get ready and not cause suspicion by just waltzing out of my room.

"Psst. Are you sleeping?" He whispered, making me chuckle softly.

"Yeah. Are you?"

"No."

I looked up at him slowly smiling at him stupidly as he booped my nose with his ring clad index finger.

"You're lucky you're cute."

I looked at him with narrowed eyes like I was threatened by his charming ways. His eyes gleamed as the darkness made his features stand out more, his soft, curly hair fanned itself across the pillow, the small curl of his lips evident from my joke. He was surely beautiful. First impressions can be so misleading, of course when I first met him I never thought he was ugly, but I always knew he was popular and privileged. His charming, somewhat pompous manner as he pranced through the halls like he owned everything, and then he met me. Things changed so drastically from when we were assigned that darn journalism project.

"Baby?" He whispered once again.

I cuddled closer to him before responding.

"Yes hon?"

"What are you thinking about? I can hear you breathing slowly, but it's like your thoughts are going a mile a minute."

I always hated cliches, but now that it was happening to me, I couldn't help but feel butterflies take over my whole being when he said things like that, like he knew what I was thinking at all times.

"I'm just thinking about how much everything has changed so much, ya know?" He nodded.

"I thought before I only really had football and my mum, not even Vivian and I were so close when we dated. I feel like I only dated her because it was right. I'm popular, she's popular. What could possibly go wrong? Everything went wrong."

I frowned at his words.

"Then you came along."

We both chuckled together at his words.

"Wow, that was cliche-" we said at the same time, which turned into us breaking out into another fit of chuckles.

His hands fingers locked around my waist as he sat the both of us up on the bed, picking me up like I weighed nothing, when really I wasn't exactly skinny, but was littered with curves everywhere.

"Can we talk about how cute you are when you get embarrassed. I will never forget that toothy smile on your face when you said it." He said, pausing dramatically.

"Dimples!"

I laughed.

"And when you sang that song for me. You sounded amazing!"

"You ain't special."

I rolled my eyes playfully, shoving him as he gasped at my remark making him fall on to his back dramatically. I took my phone from the dresser to see the time was 1:30am.

No more food for me.

"You wanna get some sleep or you wanna keep being yourself?"

"Being myself sounds more like it. Sleeping is for losers!" He shouted.

"Shut up! You're gonna get me caught!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry." He apologized with a serious look on his face, kissing my cheek as a way to seal the deal.

I held his face to mine catching him off guard by kissing his lips softly and whispering to him that it was okay.

"I know you're afraid. I'm not letting you go through this by yourself. I'm with you. Know that." He whispered against my lips.

"Promise. Me."

He said between kisses before looking me in the eyes.

"Promise."

Here as I sat enveloped in his affectionate kisses. I myself began to understand that we were both going through things and although they maybe in different ways we can get through this. Together.

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Soon after Harry left to get his self ready and come back through the door with his mum to confirm that he could go. I was worried his mom wouldn't do such thing since we haven't met each other personally.

She must think I'm white.

Erasing the thoughts from my head I got ready by showering and brushing my teeth and putting on a minion onesie. Taking the smallest amount of chapstick I applied it on my lips since I wasn't supposed to wear any because of the surgery that would take place. I know soon I would start to feel hungry due to the fact that I couldn't eat or drink anything.

Hopefully they don't take so long in pre-op.

After my surgeries would happen I'd always have a strong craving for apple juice and I'd cry until I got it, something about it seems to stop the pain temporarily.

I made sure to grab all my chargers and headphones with all my devices, shoving them in the bag before I pranced downstairs swiftly and soon after I sat myself on the couch the doorbell rung.

"Papa. There's someone at the door!" I shouted.

Walking out of the kitchen he mumbled to himself something about how early it was in creole and opened the front door as I intently looked to see Harry and his mom standing on my doorstep.

"Good morning Mr Evermore." Harry greeted, smile on his face wide.

"Hello. Henry is it?"

"It's Harry."

"Right. How can I help you?" My dad said groggily.

Harry's mother began speaking about how her son had persistently mentioned my surgery and how she wanted him to be there for me in this vulnerable moment. Her tone was sweet as she spoke slowly, I could see her attitude shine through her son when he did something he liked. My dad nodded, staring  down at Harry as the poor boy looked like he could run away any moment and I didn't blame him, you don't wanna be around that man when he's upset. Other than that he's the most caring person in the world. Soon after the whole conversation my dad looked pleased, happy to see that I had a friend that was supportive. My mom and sister were ready after a few minutes of talking. It was now five of us.

Everyone got their stuff and loaded into the car. I sat in between Nia and Harry as we drove to the hospital.

"Harry, honey do you want anything to eat?" my mom asks.

"No thanks. I ate already so i didn't have to eat in front of Spring."

He knew I couldn't eat so he wasn't eating until I ate.

As the drive went on my sister and my mom fell asleep while I listened to music, involuntarily laying my head on Harry's shoulder. He leaned closer to me before speaking.

"Love the outfit by the way."

"Thanks." I muttered before I fell into a deep slumber and for once I wasn't really nervous, I had everyone here with me. Things weren't perfect but they were good for us and I had a feeling that we'd be alright. Together.