bad place

3.perfect

graces pov

after mine and harry's kiss yesterday, we haven't spoke which is unusual for us. i decided to go over to his flat. i got myself up and dressed and made my way out of the door, still not speaking to ethan after his outburst about me smoking.

i'm still unbothered by him, i can do what i like. i only smoke cigarettes when i'm stressed and have disposables for the majority. but let's just say i'm stressed a lot recently.

as i walked outside i pulled out my headphones and placed them over my ears and that morning i'd already been listening to dave so that's what i went along with.

i pressed the button on the side of my phone to check the time and one of my favourite songs came on, both sides of a smile. i was singing the words in my head and before i knew it i was at his apartment building.

i couldn't be arsed to take the stairs so i took the lift. walking down the long corridor i found my hand knocking on the door. after the longest thirty seconds of my life, lux answered and greeted me with a hug.

"um is harry in?" i mumbled cracking my knuckles at the same time.
"yeh g he's in his room." he smiled. 

I made my way past the abundance of shoes and boxes that cluttered the walkway towards Harrys room. I gently knocked on the door and I was told to come in. 

"oh hey gracie." he smiled rubbing the back of his neck, he did this when he was nervous, my nervous trait was biting all the skin off my lips until they bleed, some people in the past think its me trying to seduce them but its my anxiety slowly climbing the walls. he was rubbing his neck I was biting my lips, both clearly nervous. 

I made my way over and perched myself under his duvet. 

"so about yesterday." he started. 

"harry honestly it's fine." I mumbled. 

"no, no it's not grace, we need to have this out." he spoke. 

"w-w-why harry can't we just leave it?" I stuttered 

another thing that happens when im anxious is that I stutter badly and it is well and truly embarrassing. 

"no we can't grace, I have loved you since I first met you when Ethan first fetched you around, when we were both seventeen and driving around laughing in my lambo. and sitting in the rain just enjoying each others company." he spoke. 

"why's this all coming out now?" I asked 

"because every time I see you I love you the slightest bit more and after seeing you everyday for a good three years it's all added up." he stumbled 

"honestly harry-"

"its okay if you don't feel the same way grace." he cut me off.

"let me finish, please." I said 

"sorry, go on." he mumbled hand still firmly on the back of his neck. 

I walked up to him and put my hand on the side of his face.

"harry, I have loved you ever since mum told Ethan I had to go with him and he didn't want me to come, you were playing football and when you scored you got came up and hugged me when you'd known me for a literal hour, and then we spent most days together, and you made me feel not like a freak and when I got diagnosed you were there, when I had my surgery, you were there. and when I felt like a freak because of my scars you kissed them," tears started to roll down my cheeks "you fucking kissed my scars, you saved me when I didn't want to be here anymore. if you feel like your feelings aren't reciprocated they are harry, they well and truly are." 

tears started flowing down my face as ive just realised how long ive pushed my feelings aside for so long and the feeling just became overwhelming. 

"are you being serious right now or just fucking with me?" harry laughed. 

"do you seriously think everything ive just said, all of my feelings, I'd do it to fuck with you? so what does this mean?" I laughed back, question after question. 

"it means this." he said placing a hand on my waist  and pulling me in and softly placing a kiss onto my lips, and I of course kissed back, everything got really heated really quickly before I knew it we were both topless and both my tits were out. 

he pulled away and looked me up and down "I always knew you had great tits" he smirked. 

"you're a knob, you know that right." I said slapping his chest and laughing. 

"well its a great image to keep in my mind when im pissing about with your brother tomorrow." he said winking at me whilst I covered myself with his duvet. 

"no fuck off you dick." I laughed.

'no gracie, its staying in my mind forever now." he laughed 

"your a dick." I laughed even more. 

"do you want to stay here tonight?" he smirked. 

"no thank you." I smiled 

"fuck off your staying. you have no choice." he chuckled. 

I just nodded my head and smiled and placed my head on his shoulder.

as the night went on I grew more and more tired, and I found myself drifting off to sleep until my phone started to buzz, it was Ethan.

"fuck." I said swiping the call across to answer. 

"grace elle payne were the fuck are you." he shouted. 

"um at at friends Ethan." I replied bluntly. 

'bullshit, and why haven't you got a top on. you're with a fucking boy." he shouted. 

"um ive got to go," I mumbled 

"why haven't you got a top on!" harry gasped, mocking Ethan and pulling the duvet down to reveal my boobs. 

"harry!" I screamed 

we both just started hysterically laughing. 

at this point in life I was so incredibly happy. 

finally.