bad place

4. its complex

a/n: just to let you all know harry and grace are both 20 in this story and its based this year, if any of you were confused, hope your all enjoying 💕

graces pov!

after the most blissful night I was rudely awoken by a very angry cal freezy knocking on the door. "grace, harry you need to get up you've got visitors. angry ones at that." he shouted

pulling on a random pair of joggers and a hoodie I made my way into the lounge and saw, jj and Ethan sat on the sofa with a glimpse of red in their eyes.

"ah look the best mate and sister shaggers." Ethan spat.

"your fucking unbelievable grace isabel, out of anyone my best fucking mate, and you harry my fucking sister my own blood." he shouted

jj sat in silence, "bro I see where you're coming from but you need to take their feelings into consideration, do you think they'd do this to spite you because, gracie and harry aren't fucking wired like that, they're not malicious people bhez." jj spoke calmly.

"you have a day to get your shit out of my apartment." Ethan mumbled.

"and go where Ethan, instead of dealing with this you'd make your own sister homeless?" I started to shout.

"just get your shit out grace, I cast stand to look at you right now."

"where am I going to go Ethan?" I shouted

"anywhere, as long as its away from me." he spat

harry placed his arms around me as I started to cry.

"you can stay with me Gracie, everything's going to be okay. I promise."

"only if you're sure." I said looking up at him.

"im not going to leave you homeless am I?" he laughed.

in the space of our hug jj and Ethan had left Harrys apartment.

everything went from great to complete and utter shit in the space of a minute, my own brother hated me, all because of an uncontrollable love I have for his best friend.

as the days turned to weeks I couldn't cope with how I was feeling. harry wasn't speaking to me at the moment because I wouldn't tell him how I was feeling and this angered him. I know he wanted to help but I didn't want to speak about it, then most nights he gets drunk with cal in the kitchen and I help him to bed, everytnight. one night whilst he was asleep I decided to FaceTime by best friend. Madeline.

me and Madeline have been best friends since I can remember, we went to secondary school together and then college, and then uni, until I dropped out after two years.

the FaceTime rings were echoing in the en-suite, "hey bitch! I thought you were dead." she laughed, that laugh remained until she saw my tear and mascara stained face, "what's wrong with you?" she asked.

"mads everything has gone to shit, Ethans kicked me out and harry's not talking to me, im off my meds, its just shit." hearing the pure sadness in my voice.

"grace, you need to get yourself in the studio that's the only way you've ever dealt with your emotions, and that's not going to change now."

"I know, I know im going to ring jj." I mumbled back.

"ring him have a couple of hours in the studio and come to mine."

"its okay mad-" I was cut off

"it wasn't an ask your coming to mine and taking yourself out of the situation for a while, okay." she spoke confidently