Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter Thirty Seven

Jay’s Point of View

I gasped when I heard Harry waking up. His eyes were flickering open and shut and I delicately touched his cheek to bring some warmth to his face; it was so cold. “Harry,” i whispered, trying to keep my calm state. I knew that if I made any type of sudden movement, he would be all shook up. “Focus, everything is okay now.” Tears swelled in my eyes and a small smile formed against my lips. He was trying so desperately to keep his eyes open, and with much strength, he managed.

Harry opened his mouth and his eyes grew large when he saw his big sister standing before him. Gemma’s emerald eyes were now glazed with tears. Her smile was wide, displaying her identical dimples that she shared with Harry. “Hey there, mate,” she whispered, her voice choked up from her sobs. Harry smiled; I noticed his final bit of hope had been restored when he heard Gemma’s voice. There’s no way anyone could take away this moment. I knew that maybe I should give them some privacy, so I looked over at Gemma and smiled. “I’ll give you two some privacy,”

Right before I could turn around, I felt Harry’s weak hand scoop mine into his own and he clenched tightly. He did not say anything, only looked at me with a look of despair. I gulped and quickly removed my hand. Before I left, Gemma embraced me in a large hug. “Thank you so much.”

With that, I exited the room and walked into the waiting room. My whole body felt in shock, but it was a good feeling. Harry was okay and that’s what actually mattered to me. I could still feel his hand clenched around mine and I winced. Getting over everything would take time, assuming that I do get over it in the first place. I gulped. Of course, I had no expectations of ever speaking to him after this day and that was… alright….

Harry’s Point of View

Gemma was so beautiful. I almost did not recognize her, even though everyone refers to us as twins. She looked down at me with a sad smile. A smile, nonetheless, but it was of pity and shame. Really, she had every reason to feel shameful of me. I’ve made an ass of myself.

A bit of me gulped and looked the other way, watching Jay exit the room. She was finished with me - I understood that. I fucked that up too, but now my sister was here. “Gem,” I croaked out, my lungs burning. “I’m, I’m…. -- sorry.” Of course, I knew that my apology meant shit to her. She has not seen me in years and this is how I decide to let her see me. I could feel the tears swell in my eyes and although that was out of my control, I did not cry.

She shook her head, slowly. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Harry. I still think you’re a bloody moron, but at least you’re an alive moron.” Gemma smiled, partially at me. I could tell she had been crying; her eyes were frosted and red. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply. I was such a fucking sorry sod.

“I can’t believe I didn’t die,” I mumbled automatically. Gemma raised an eyebrow and her soft sounds came to a stop. “What do you mean by that? You can’t believe you didn’t die?”

Foolishly, I tried shrugging my shoulders but everything hurt and I winced. “Fuck,” I spat.

Gemma just looked at me, inaudible and still. I was not going to expect anything else from her. “I don’t know,” A soft cough escaped from my lips. “Maybe things would be -- easier, if…”