The Skin I'm In

Chapter Twenty-Six: My Person

Spring's P.O.V
"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."

The words echoed in my head over and over again. It sends me into a kaleidoscope of emotions that my mind just couldn't fathom.

He loves me.

I must be dreaming. I remember the day I met him like it was yesterday and now here we are; basking in the complications of a real relationship. Harry was my first everything and that scared me because with that came vulnerability, trust, and fear that I built walls up to hide.

The same way I hid my scars, the same way I try to hide the fact that he was my favorite person to be around. Something in me didn't want him to know he had that power because when he knew it would render me helpless. I didn't want to be helpless, but in the span of our time together I realized it didn't matter what I wanted. It will creep up on you and before you even realize it you're there.

You're in love.

Love was the reason he stayed. It was the reason why we found each other when we did. It was the reason my pride faded away and admitted that I had fallen for Harry.

It's the reason why I'm standing in the bipolar weather of a-once sunny-but-now- rainy Florida in front of his doorstep.

The air was colder now and the sun no where in sight.

My knuckles hit on the door twice before Harry's mom came into view from behind it.

"Hi Mrs styles, I'm sorry to be a bother, but is Harry around?"

"Oh hello sweetheart! Come in! It's raining cats in dogs out here." The sweet women said in concern.

She pulled me in the house hastily.

"Harry's just up in his room with Niall. I'll let him know to come down. In the meanwhile would you like me to brew you some tea or coffee maybe?"

The women's aura was bubbly and super caring. I saw her qualities in her son.

"Thank you, Mrs Styles. Tea would be delightful."

"My pleasure. I'll go get Harry."

She disappeared up the stairs and I took the time to look at his house. The floorboards were a chestnut brown while the walls were a off white shade. Family portraits hang on the walls beautifully. The face of a girl I didn't recognize came into view, hearing footsteps nearing my presence I dismissed it.

Harry walked down the flight of stairs. His hair hid his face from me until he looked up with a stoic look on his face. Taking my eyes off of him I noticed his mom and Niall coming down behind him.

Niall's face lit up when he noticed me, carelessly pushing past Harry he strides towards me opening his arms for a hug.

"Spring! Long time no see! You're good yeah?" He greeted cheerfully.

Laughing, I hugged him back.

"I'm good, thank you."

Pulling away, he flashed a toothy smile.

"Nice seeing you, love. Glad to see your well. I'll be heading out now."

The blue eyed boy said before nodding at Harry who did the same before walking out of the door.

Mrs styles dismissed herself to go brew up tea in the kitchen, leaving Harry and I alone.

He was clad in a pair of sweats and a wife beater, his posture sluggish more than usual. I took the moment to examine his face to see his eyes were puffy; it didn't take a genius to know he'd been crying.

"Harry." I started.

"I'm sorry about earlier. My words were really vulgar and I don't want you to be afraid of me."

I nodded. "I'm sorry too. I should've told you sooner about ya know."

He brought himself closer to me, reaching out for my hand.

"Baby,"

His thumb rubbed across my knuckles.

"you know I don't care about that. As beautiful as you are. I can control myself."

"B-but won't you wanna do stuff sometimes?" I asked vaguely.

"I love you enough to wait. Plus if anything I'll handle it myself." He winked.

I tilted my head to the side, trying to understand what he meant.

"You're gonna cheat on me?" I yelled.

"No! No, of course not, my love." He laughed, but my expression stayed stern.

"I will wait for you. For whenever you're ready." He cooed to me, honesty laced in his words.

Pulling me into a hug and kissing my cheek multiple times, I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter as I was still curious to know what he meant.

"Aren't you gonna tell me-"

"It doesn't matter. I love you and it's okay if you don't love me yet. I'll wait."

"I love you too, Harry."

He pulled away to look at my face smiling widely, dimples on full display and I surrendered feeling my lips form a painfully wide smile.

"You do?"

"Yes."

"I love you so fucking much, baby." He said, his eyes glossing over.

My hands found their way to his face, cupping his cheek in concern.

"I'm okay. I'm just really happy you feel the same." He explained knowing my concern without me having to utter a word.

"I really do, Harry. I used to be afraid of it, but I know I do. I love you." I rambled.

"I love you more, baby."

He brought his lips to mine in a gentle kiss, biting my bottom lip and I swear it took everything in me not to melt right then and there. Soon after his mother called from the kitchen. He pecked my lips one last time before pulling away and tugging me into the kitchen.

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