Harry was surprised, to say the least.
"D-Della, what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to you...I hope that's okay,"I said, bowing my head.
"Yeah, that's great. That's good, I mean yeah, okay. Do you wanna sit?"
I swallowed and nodded. We sat together on Harry's porch swing. I could hear his mom humming in the kitchen through an open window. It was a cheerful tune.
"How have you been?" he asked.
"As good as I can be. I haven't been able to do much. I just couldn't stay away for much longer," I half whispered.
I pulled my legs up under me and sat back as Harry rocked us back and forth. The late July air felt moist against my skin. The entire month had been humid. I raked my fingers through my hair in attempt to calm my thrashing heart.
"I'm glad you didn't."
Once again, my heart went wild.
"I'm sorry. I overreacted when I shouldn't have. You didn't deserve that. This is all my fault," I sighed, shaking my head.
"Don't say that, baby," Harry whispered, causing my heart to flutter.
I hate what he does to me. If I hadn't agreed to this stupid bet in the first place we wouldn't be here.
This entire fiasco really is all my fault.
"I shouldn't have pushed you to do something you weren't ready for."
"But I was ready. I've been ready this whole time but I was too proud to see that. I didn't want to admit that for once, I couldn't do something on my own. My whole life, I've been self sufficient. I never needed anyone until I met you and now I realize I need you more than anything in this world. So I got help. I saw a therapist," I whispered the last part, tears dripping down my face.
Harry gaped at me. The corners of his mouth twitched and his eyes flickered with something intense. Rough fingers wiped away a fallen tear. He breathed once and then his mouth was covering mine.
I drowned in the kiss. It was something I had missed more than anything. Harry clutched my waist and I snaked an arm around his neck. He pulled me into him and I sat awkwardly on his lap.
I didn't care though.
The only thing I cared about was that for the first time in weeks, everything felt right.
Our mouths moved against each other with an indescribable hunger.
I couldn't breathe. I still hadn't mastered breathing through my nose so I had to break before I passed out. I pulled out of the kiss but my lips still danced with Harry's.
Electricity surged between us, we could both feel it.
My eyes remained shut as I pressed my forehead against his. Our breathing was ragged as we both fought for air. We still held one another as if our lives depended on each other.
"I'm so proud of you," Harry heaved.
I shuttered against his touch as he ran his fingertips up and down my exposed side where my shirt had lifted.
"I knew it was the only way to get you back."
My voice was barely a whisper.
"You didn't need to do anything. I was waiting for the day you would show up at my doorstep and when I saw you after your accident I knew that I needed you more than ever. You don't have to prove anything for me to love you."
My heart threatened to jump out of my chest as I finally took the fall.
"I love you, Harry."
His smile was so beautiful.
He pecked my lips quickly and whispered against them, "I win."
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Within This Broken BodyTeen Fiction
Della is certainly not your average high school junior. She may seem like it on the outside because she has spent years creating this persona, this person that isn't really her. But on the inside, she is much worse. Della suffers Depression and Anxi...