Flutter |h.s|

28

Harry

The bitter taste of cheap hotel coffee fills my mouth as I take a sip from the cheap foam cup. Inspiration struck during dinner and we couldn't get back fast enough to start writing. I was working on a melody before Grace came in before, but it didn't have words. Not until now.

As stressful and intense Barcelona was, the dinners were amazing. I'm going to miss having paella at every meal. It was perfect every time. The sangria is also to die for. I'll have to come back just to eat everything I can.

I came into the living room to write, sitting on the couch by a lamp. My lips curl up into a smile as I write, obviously about Grace. It's so easy writing songs about her. She is poetry in motion.

God hearing her story broke my heart. She's such a kind and compassionate person and her and Eli have such a great relationship, I would have put money down on her having an amazing family life. The fact that it was the opposite is just horrible.

For religious people, her parents deserve to rot in hell for what they did to her. How could any parent bring a child into the world and tell such a perfect baby girl that she should have never been born? It crushes me to think that Grace probably feels that way. That she should have never existed.

The more I find out about this poor girl, the more my heart yearns to love her. To show her the love that she never got to experience. Not from her parents, not from her past boyfriend. Thank god she has Elias and Holly, or else I'm scared that I would have never gotten the chance to meet Grace.

Behind her beautiful smile and stunning blue eyes is a lifetime of sadness. And as I get to know her, it's starting to show more and more.

I understand her need to protect me and my privacy. I understand her hesitation and her skepticism. I understand why she's constantly worried about every little thing. I understand why she's given up on love completely.

I also understand her relationship with Elias a lot more. I thought Gemma and I were close, her and Elias blow us out of the water. He's constantly checking up on her throughout the day, making sure she's happy. This is probably how their relationship has always been since they were little.

I'm sure there is so much more about Grace I have no idea about. Not even the deep stuff too, just basics. I don't know her birthday. I don't know how old she is. The only reason I know her last name is because she put it on my phone in her contact.

Before today, I thought she just had a couple of bad relationships and that with enough love from me, I could show her that I'm not like the other guys in her life. But now it's clear that there are a lot more deep rooted scars that I'm not sure I could heal. I don't think anyone could heal them.

But I'm determined to try.

I continue to write, it doesn't have a name yet, but in my head I've been calling it Gracie's Song. Even though I have a feeling most of them are gonna have that name. Might as well just call the album Gracie's Album.

I take another sip from my coffee, writing down the lyrics as they come to my head.

The sound of a camera clicking drags me out of my work. I look up, unable to fight the huge grin that comes across my face when I see her.

"You should be asleep." I smile, taking another sip of my coffee.

Grace shrugs, coming and sitting next to me. "So should you. But here you are drinking coffee."

"It was either this or tequila." I joke, setting the now empty cup down on the coffee table in front of me.

"Aw, always pick tequila, H." she smiles.