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Grace

The whole drive home from dinner, Harry and Elias were screaming along to whatever oldies playlist Eli had put on. They're in the party mood, which kind of sucks for me because that means I have to wait longer to kiss Harry again.

As soon as we walk into the villa, Harry runs over to the speaker system in the living room to connect his phone. Elias goes into the kitchen, getting out the vodka and tequila bottles. We're gonna get drunk tonight I guess.

Holly's been asking a million questions about why our nails match and why my bed wasn't slept in last night.

I just told her that Harry and I stayed up last night painting each other's nails, which isn't a lie. And with the bed thing I just said I ended up crashing on the couch after Harry went up to bed and that's why I heard him come down to leave this morning.

It really does suck to lie to Holly, but at the same time, I'm just not ready for people to know. It's gonna change the whole trip and I don't want it to. I'd rather spend time alone with Harry being all cute and coupley and have everyone just think we've become close friends.

He's the one that would screw that plan up though.

It's just one more week honestly, and then we're flying back to New York and I'll be back to being all sad and lonely. I'm gonna miss my man.

I wince as Harry turns the volume all the way up, blasting rock music throughout the house. I guess since we're alone in this villa with nobody around for a good distance we could be as loud as we want.

Eli puts the bottles of alcohol down on the kitchen island and turns to grab some shot glasses from the cabinet. Harry walks over, putting one arm around Holly and the other around me, "Party time girls!" he smiles, leaning down and kissing Holly's cheek before doing the same to mine.

I can't help but smile when he kisses my cheek. I know he only kissed Holly's as an excuse to kiss mine, which makes me want to laugh.

We managed to sneak away from Holly and Elias at one of the museums we went to and hid away to kiss for a few minutes. We had gone a few hours without kissing and had reached our absolute limit. Harry was getting way too touchy and a little loose with what he was saying too by then.

But I've learned that when he gets annoyed that we can't kiss he basically switches to Italian. He spoke only Italian for a good hour before we went to kiss.

Eli pours the shots for us, "Okay, we're doing three in a row, so if anyone needs a chaser go get it now." he warns.

I quickly head over to the fridge, grabbing a can of soda so I could chase these shots down. I can't take three straight shots at the same time. I'd probably pass out or throw up. Or both. Then Harry would find me so unsexy.

I open the can and Holly does the same, siking ourselves up for these shots. I hate shots so much, why can't we just get like wine drunk or make mixed drinks? I'll happily drink my vodka in a coke.

Elias counts us down for the first shot and we down them quickly. I follow mine with soda, shaking my head at the burning in my throat. Shots fucking suck.

We do our next two shots and I'm so happy we're done taking shots. I can already feel them taking effect honestly. I finish up my soda, watching as the boys go over to the living room area to sing along to the song and play air guitars. It's some Metallica or AC/DC kind of song. I'm not very well versed in those bands unfortunately.

It's not gonna be long before those two are completely wasted since they both had two glasses of wine at the restaurant for dinner.

Holly and I walk over, sitting on the couch as we watch the boys make fools of themselves. I smile, opening up the camcorder that I grabbed from my bag to record them.