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Grace

Harry is the most stubborn, beautiful, romantic man I've ever met.

He essentially gives me a promise ring, and sings about how he's fallen in love with me and yet when I feel ready to tell him I love him, he shuts me up. I was so ready to tell him. It was the most perfect moment to tell him and yet he completely shut me up.

We didn't have a moment alone after that and I wasn't about to tell him such an important statement in front of the entire group. We all took some time to see some sights together and get to know each other a little more.

I feel a lot better about his mom and Gemma after today. Yesterday I got way too in my head, so today I decided to take Harry's advice and calm down. Plus it probably helps that we got to have sex this morning. I really hope we get another chance to have sex again tonight, but I wouldn't be too upset if that was the last time we had sex for a while. It was perfect.

We're all getting ready for dinner now, and then after I think Gemma and Eli got it in everyone's head we could find a club to just let loose. We could sleep on the plane, so we should make the most of our last few hours overseas.

I finish up getting dressed, smiling at myself in the mirror. On the off chance we end up having sex tonight, I put on the black lingerie set under my dress. Hopefully he gets to see it tonight.

Looking in the mirror, I almost don't recognize myself. The girl looking back is a completely different person than the girl that came to London that first day. I feel like I look different. Obviously, I have a tan, but I mean, everything looks so different about myself.

Maybe I never noticed these things about myself until Harry loved them. Or maybe I just never felt confident enough in myself to admire the way I looked. I've definitely grown into a new Grace since I got here. The nickname Butterfly makes sense now.

I walk into the bedroom from the bathroom, seeing Harry's clothes for tonight still laid out on the bed. I go over, running my fingers delicately against the fabric. A short laugh escapes me when I take note of the Gucci labels on the clothes.

My rich, clueless pearl.

He was waiting for me to finish getting ready before going to take a quick shower. He has less to do to get ready, but that doesn't mean it takes him less time. He'll probably take just as long as I did.

I take a little walk around his room, looking at the little pictures and things he has on his nightstands and dresser. There are a lot of pictures of him with his family or friends. I pick up a baby picture of him and Gemma on what looks like Halloween, laughing softly to myself.

Gemma pulled me to the side today and just kept saying how excited she is to see Harry and I's relationship grow. She just made me feel so welcomed and said how next time I'm in London I have to go visit her and Anne and see where Harry grew up.

The next time I'm in London. That's a crazy sentence. It's hard to wrap my head around the fact that I'm dating Harry and he lives wherever he's needed, but London is his home. Some days he'll be living in New York, some days he'll be in LA, I don't even want to think about when he's touring.

But I mean, I'm gonna go visit him, and he's gonna come visit me. It's so weird to think about all this. There are probably hundreds more things I haven't thought about that come with dating Harry. Award shows and release parties, concerts. He has fans who want to know his every move and who may not like me.

I just hope that I'm ready for all that. Knowing Harry, he won't pressure me into doing anything I'm not comfortable with. But at the same time, I want to spend every moment with Harry and celebrate his successes.