The Skin I'm In

Chapter Twenty-Five: "... okay?"

The time everyone yearned for was coming to an end. The Florida sun still hung high in the sky, blazing like it never planned on leaving. Spring fought her battles once at a time. She was healing well and she started preparing herself mentally to go into what would be non-detrimental for her future. Sophomore year. The year everyone wishes they skip to the credits of.

The brown skinned girl sat in the passenger seat as Harry drove them back to hers after going to the library to complete their summer projects and study some SAT material that the boy needed to review desperately. The couple knew what was to come soon. Sooner for Harry than Spring.

College.

The boy barely knew what he wanted to pursue, but he knew he enjoyed literature and photography. How a photo could capture so many emotions, some that not even humans could decipher bought a sense of calmness to him and he had a love for the art.

The girl had a passion for music and literature. She had been in chorus for a year and while it was fun she hated the math behind it. The dots on the lines confusing her to no end. She always found herself frustrated with them and the only reason why she made it out of the freshmen level was because of her vocal ability and nothing else. She knew she wanted to be her own boss and have a business of her own but she wasn't sure what she really wanted to make of herself.

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Spring's P.O.V

Me and Harry pulled up to the front of my house and I took out my key to unlock the door and walked into an empty house. It was only one o' clock in the afternoon so I wasn't surprised since my family didn't get back from work until five.

Oh well, I guess me and Harry will just hang out here until they get back.

I walked up the stairs to my room and put down my backpack on the floor before plopping on the queen sized mattress.

"I never wanna see words again!" I exclaimed in my state of exhaustion.

I felt my lip jut out into a pout, emitting a laugh from the green eyed boy across the room.

He plopped down on the spot next to me. He pulled my body towards him, holding me in his arms as my head rested on his chest. His touch remained tender as we stayed in that position. Fingers trailed up and down my hip repeatedly emitting a tingle in my lower stomach that I wasn't familiar with. Suddenly I felt Harry's lips on my neck, kissing the skin lightly as his warm breath hit the skin making the foreign feeling euphoric.

I looked up at him, his green eyes darker then usual. His lips smashed onto mine and suddenly I was straddling him. Our lips fought against each other's and although rushed I could still sense the passion in every swift motion. His hand trailed down my body before I felt them rest on my bottom, gripping it. He kept his lips on mine the entire time, his teeth biting my bottom lip, asking for entrance and relentlessly I let him in. Moaning into his mouth, I felt his lip turn up into a smile.

"We should blow off some steam before your parents get home." He panted, tugging at the hem of my shirt.

A gasp fell from my lips at his actions. My heart beating in my chest harder than it ever has.

"Harry." I said lowly.

"You can trust me, my love. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."

His tone was so gentle, like a lullaby and I found myself falling into his words.

"I know. B- but Harry there's something you should know."

His lips still found they way to my neck nibbling on the skin again making my senses hazy. Pulling away he rested his forehead on mine.

"What is it, my love?"

"I- I uh. I don't believe in pre-marital s-sex." I stuttered.

The color fell from his face and I felt my stomach drop in disappointment.

This was it. I scared him with my beliefs.

Harry stayed silent his forehead still resting on mine before I pulled away in embarrassment.

"I- I think you should go."

I didn't wanna look like his reaction affected me. After all he was just a boy. This was temporary. He was temporary.

"Hey. It's okay. I'm just sad that you didn't tell me sooner. This doesn't change anything and I'm not going anywhere." He explained.

He's right. I should have told him sooner but I just didn't know how exactly.

"You're right. But Harry I really like you and I didn't wanna scare you away. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I'm not leaving. It's your body and I respect your choice with it."

"I-I'm really sorry-"

I didn't owe him an apology but I still felt bad. He was a teenage boy with hormones that was bound to need satisfaction in some way.

"Spring-"

"N-no Harry, this isn't gonna work you have to go."

I couldn't help but feel pathetic. What was I expecting? I can't put him through this. It's not right and it's not fair to him. I stormed out of the room and into the bathroom, feeling like I would explode any second if I stayed with him in the room.

"Spring. It's okay. I'm not mad."

"Harry, you don't have to be nice to me. I messed up. Okay? Just leave."

I heard him sigh from outside the door.

"Spring, open the door." He demanded.

"No."

I could tell he was getting frustrated but I wasn't backing down.

"Spring, open the door."

The patience in his tone was absent but I still didn't listen.

"Spring, open the fucking door!" He shouted, startling me.

"Harry, please." I pleaded.

"Fuck it. I'm coming in."

He opened the door to me sitting in an empty tub.

Harry looked like he was gonna cry while also looking furious and I couldn't blame him.

"Spring."

I didn't say anything, too embarrassed to respond.

"You're different and that's why I've fallen for you. You showed me so many different parts of myself that I never knew." He explained.

"Thank you, Harry, but you deserve better."

"What? Because you don't wanna have sex with me?" He laughed.

"Listen to me. Being with you is worth more than me just getting my dick wet, okay?"

I had never heard such vulgar words fall from his lips before and it scared me to hear him say all of it.

What he said next caused a feeling that I knew I would never be able to name or forget.

"Spring. I fucking love you okay?"

His face was red and I couldn't move. I didn't have the courage to.

"I love you."

And with that he left my room and soon after I heard  the front door of the house slam shut.