A Little Faith

Chapter 12

Terry's POV

"Alright, now here's your Language of the Stars notes and homework." Chelsea stacked another book on the bedside table, keeping her hand on it for a moment to make sure it was steady and won't fall over, "Fairy Godmother also said that you don't have to worry about your Goodness 101, since you've done enough volunteering work to earn you A's for at least two years, which is actually more than enough if you consider the following year is our last year as students."

I skeptically eyed the pile of book next to my head, already 100% sure they weren't steady. On my other side, Wanda was refilling my glass of water, adding a slice of strawberry in the glass, knowing I loved the smell of it. Phoebe did her part and made sure the air-conditioning wasn't too cold to damage my wings or to give me a cold. Oh, and how could I miss Scull's dark and brooding figure sitting on the opposite bed, his eyes never leaving Chelsea as she moved around my bed. Oh, yes, and Gil poking at the medical heating machines that were attached to my wings, with Wanda having to tell him continuously to stop. Oh, and last but not least, Harry standing at the foot of my bed, his stormy eyes never leaving mine, a smile tugging on his lips every time I flinched as the pile of books swayed unstably from side to side.

"Honestly, girls." I smiled and sat upright, "I'm not paralyzed. I could go to class myself and attend it myself. You really don't need to bring me my work every single day."

"Well, tough luck, because Fairy Godmother said that you're not leaving the infirmary until you can fly at least five feet into the air." Phoebe smirked, "So I guess you're stuck with us."

I sighed internally, but put on a grateful smile. I remembered everything that happened that night when Uma- Thinking about it still made me shiver. I hated the thought that I died for a few hours. Where did I go anyway? It really just felt like I fell asleep for a few minutes and woke up with someone screaming they believe in fairies. The ship shaking, on the other hand, was Gil who fell asleep on the wheel and crashed us into a rocky bed. Luckily it was the annual ocean polo day for the elderly royals and they sent their servants to help us. Harry surprisingly wasn't upset about losing his beloved Jolly Roger. He only told me he's waiting for the best thing and I'd be the first one to sail upon it.

The doors of the infirmary opened and Fairy Godmother along with Queen Belle and King Beast entered. Ben and Mal followed close behind. My eyes widened when seeing my parents with them as well.

"Terry, dear!" mom exclaimed in relief and crushed me in a hug, "I was so worried!"

"Both of us." Dad corrected.

"When we found out about you being fairynapped we flew in as fast as we could." She rambled and checked me for any scars or bruises, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? How are your wings? Can you still fly?"

I smiled, "Yeah, mom, I'm fine. I'll be able to fly in about three days."

She sighed in relief and seemed to notice Harry in the room for the first time, "You..."

Harry backed away a step, already knowing what I looked like when I was mad. Imagine my mom's face turning red. He would be on the next ship to safety. His next move was a little unexpected.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bell." He smiled charmingly and bowed politely like a pirate would do, "I am honored to finally meet you. Terry and I've been discussing meeting each other's parents, however, I told her maybe we should skip my dad, just for her own safety. Oh, I am Harry, by the way. Forgive me, I am equally as nervous and excited to meet the parents of the girl I love for the first time."

Mom and dad stared at him in shock, the only movements were their eyes blinking. However, I was shocked as well. Did I hear him correct? Did he say he loved me?