The Skin I'm In

Chapter Thirty: The Evermore's

Harry's P.O.V

She loves me. I love her. For once I feel like I'm investing in a relationship that could be long term and possibly flourish into something even more beautiful than what it already is. Spring has so many layers to her. She's insecure but also very sure of herself and what she believes in. She doesn't keep up with drama that doesn't matter and she couldn't be bothered to. She's so selfless that I sometimes think she would jump off a bridge if I needed her to. Her strength is indescribable while the world could literally be crumbling around her. She's everything. My everything.

Our backgrounds don't compare to each other at all. We've struggled in completely different ways. I had a history of struggling with a broken home for a while. My parents divorced when I was three and my sister took her own life on the year before my junior year. Spring struggled with her physical health for a significant amount of her life and went through some things that make me want to shield her from the world and it's impurities that sometimes try to swallow the girl whole.

I had never been with anyone like her before. Someone with such a strong mindset and profound outlook on life and I adore it.

I adore her dark skin and the way it glows when the sunlight hits it.

I adore the tiny gap between her teeth and how they peek out when she opens the curtain of her beautifully plump lips to smile at me.

I adore the freckles that appear on her left brow and how it quirks up when she's confused.

I adore her.

I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling as I think all these thoughts before my phone chimes next me.

New message From My Lil Spring Thing:
We have a problem.

Me:
What's happened?

I answer hastily, waiting for her response.

My Lil Spring Thing:
My dad says he never gave his blessing for us to be together so he wants you to have dinner with us tomorrow to see if he trusts you with me.

Fuck. The man terrifies me. I always feel like I'm walking on eggshells whenever I'm around him but I won't let Spring know such thing.

Me:
It's no problem, love. He'll love me after tomorrow night.

My Lil Spring Thing:
Okay. Wear something formal please. I love you. ❤️

Me:
Alright. I will. See you then. I love you too babe. 💕

Who's got two thumbs and is gonna have to put a good impression on a scary foreign man? Me. That's who.

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Spring's P.O.V

I sat in Harry's car as he drove us to school in the morning. Telling me how he couldn't decide whether he should wear his pink polka-dot button up or black one that his mom had custom made for him with his surname "Styles" embroidered on it.

I chuckled at his nervous tone as he tried his best to see what would impress my father more.

"Honey. I don't think he cares what you wear. He just wants to be sure I'm in good hands." I talked him down.

The curly haired boy sighed as he ran his ring clad fingers through his hair while his other hand stayed on the steering wheel. Harry's nervous mannerisms were on overdrive as his forefinger and thumb held his bottom lip.

"What are we gonna do if he doesn't like me? Am I supposed to just stay away from you then?" He questions like he can't believe the words coming out of his mouth.

I gasp like I have come up with a profound idea.

"No. We then run away together and we get hitched in a foreign country and rename ourselves thing one and thing two." I tease him.

"We're breaking up." He says bluntly, his thick accent peeking through the words.

I cackle at my own joke as we pull up to student parking.

"I'll see you at football practice." I say, knowing he meets up with his jock friends in the mornings.

"Don't you want me to walk you to class?" He questions.

"Go spend time with your friends." I say. We're together all the time, he needs to be a boy with his boys.

Leaning over the console he kisses me slowly, quickly pulling away to speak.

"You're the best." He says.

"I know." I smile, opening the car door to get to my first class of the day as he gets out on his side.

I walk with my back facing forwards to blow him a kiss as he cheekily catches it. Before shouting out he loves me across the parking lot as I shout it back before turning around to watch where I'm going.

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Later after watching Harry at football practice and waiting two hours we finally drove back to my house.

"You nervous?"

"A little, but I will do my best to impress your father so I don't lose you."

My heart flutters at his beautiful color-coded speech.

"I love you and I'm sure he will too." I assure him before pecking him on the lips.

"C'mon." I say, hopping out of the car.

Harry politely greeted my mother, giving her a huge hug as my sister happily greeted him. Nia obviously saw how happy he made me so she automatically liked him in my favor. Telling Harry and my family I was gonna go freshen up from the long school day, I reached up to stairs to shower and slip on a plain, black body-con to fit the occasion of the dinner.

Everyone settled around the table, my seat located between Harry and Nia. Everyone focused on plating the food as the table become uncomfortably silent before my father cleared his throat.

"So Harry, how are you?" He dared politely.

"I'm well, Mr Evermore and you sir?"

Me, my mother, and Nia remain quiet as we watch the two males converse.

"I'm alright. I know you're aware why my daughter invited you to my home so this leads to me to my question. what exactly are your intentions with Spring?" My father says, being his blatantly honest self.

Harry's jaw tenses as he gently puts down his fork.

"I met Spring at school and we became good friends, she is still my best friend and I love your daughter very much, Sir. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I promise I would never dare hurt Spring or let anyone hurt her. Your daughter is very special and dear to my heart." The curly haired boy, took a deep breath as he shifted his gaze from my father around the table to my sister and mother.

"There's no one like Spring. You can trust me, Mr Evermore." Harry concludes.

My father's face remained stern and tense as he shook his head, gently letting a smile spread across his face.

"Well Spring you better start teaching him some creole." He joked, making me chuckle softly.

"Welcome yo the Family, Son." My father smiled.

That night made my stomach flip and turn in all directions. My father approved of Harry and so did my heart. Hearing him say those things to my father made the urge to tear up increase drastically but I held it back with laughter and the Haitian cuisine that filled my plate.