The Skin I'm In

Chapter Twenty-Four: Breakthroughs pt 2

Spring's P.O.V
Time had flown by as I healed quicker than I ever had. After weeks of needing to ask everyone for literally everything I was in fact ready to walk on my foot as long as I wore my boot. Luckily none of my stitches were sensitive to the point where it pained me to move around, so I thanked the heavens above and my dear doctor as I waltzed around in my kitchen, making peanut butter banana pancakes.

I was in fact home alone since everyone had headed to their jobs for the day while I had nothing to do but raid my pantry and find something to eat. Placing the batter on the pan a few times, I turned my attention to my phone, scrolling through meaningless emails from brands that I definitely could not afford to buy anything from. A ring sounded from my phone as a banner came up on the screen.

H🖤: Wanna know my favorite season?

Me: huh?

H🖤: Open your front door to find out!

I giggled, walking over to my front door, I opened it to see Harry clad in black skinny jeans that looked like they were built into his skin and a black shirt.

"Spring!" He shouted and picked me up off of my feet suddenly and spinning me around.

"Hi!" I cackled.

"My baby is walking again! Let's gooooo!"

His comment made me cackle again.

Soon after his face turned serious as his breath fanned my face.

"You feel good, yeah?" He questioned.

"Yeah I'm good!"

Harry still had me enveloped in his arms as he held me. His body was way more broad and built than mine so he would always hold me without me having to demand it. He swayed us side to side humming to fill the void of the non-existent music.

"What are you doing?"

He shrugged, "We're chilling out." Chuckling through his words before pecking me on the lips.

"Can you take me to the kitchen please? I have pancakes on the stove."

He carried me to the kitchen as I suggested and put me down so I could check on the food. Thankfully the heat wasn't ridiculously high so the pancakes were still nicely cooked as I flipped them on to their opposite sides.

Harry rests against the counter watching me.

"Are you allergic to peanuts or bananas?" I ask, not wanting to trigger anything.

"Nah, it smells good by the way."

I separate the pancakes in two plates and handed Harry's plate to him before we both headed to the dining room.

"I wanna ask you something." I broke the silence that comfortably drowned the room.

Harry nods, biting his lip and furrowing his brows. It was a look of intensity as he switched his full attention to me.

"The night before we left for Miami and I called you over to talk, I really felt bad for what happened at the diner. I know you're still making the effort to understand me and be there for me and I was so caught up in my own stuff that I never really let you vent so I could do the same."

"You do know that wasn't a question, right?"

"Harry I swear to-"

"I'm kidding."

"I told you about my sister that night. How she starved herself and didn't want to bother anyone in my family by telling them what was going on."

He paused, his breathing shaky.

"Darcy took her own life. She starved herself and she had deteriorated right in front of my eyes. I didn't know what to do so I stayed silent. Come to find out she was bullied by kids in her grade for no reason. She was smart, Spring. So fucking smart and beautiful. That's why I broke up with Vivian. I saw traits in her that haunted me like they did my sister."

A stoic expression mixed with agony filled his features as he shook his head.

"I'm an asshole for not doing it sooner."

I let him speak every word and rant every feeling he ever felt. He had a story and it all made sense to me now. That's why he took it upon himself to be there for me when I had no trust in me to spare. It was what his sister experienced. I watched Harry break down as sobs came from his mouth painfully.

I wrapped my arms around him and let him spill his feelings all over my shirt.

"Hey. Look at me. I'm so sorry you had to watch someone you loved go through that."

I paused, wiping his tears with the pads of my thumb.

"But you do not deserve to carry that guilt. You couldn't have stopped her, honey. You were there for her."

He shook his head furiously.

"I should've told someone! I never said anything to my parents. She pushed so hard in everything she did and she got through everything. She needed me and I didn't do shit!"

He took shallow breaths as he blubbered out his words.

"I was so caught up in my stupid life. Spring, I could have saved her!" He yelled in agony.

"No, baby that's not your fault. You can't do that to yourself."

My voice broke, feeling sympathy for the broken boy in front of me.

"It shouldn't have been her. She was too beautiful of a soul."

I held him in my arms tightly as he buried his face in my neck.

It was my turn to watch him fall apart and to be okay with picking up his broken pieces.

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