Harry & Grace [H.S]

Damn Near Impossible

I was already sitting at my desk at work when Melanie sat at hers.

"Grace, I heard what happened before I got there on Friday, I'm so sorry!" She looked at me with a look of pity I hated, but I knew she just cared.

"It's fine, really. As bad as that was, a lot of good came from that night." I smiled softly.

"Really? Like what?" She said curiosity in her face.

"Mm, I, finally decided to actually date someone." I smiled biting my lip.

"Grace Prescott. A relationship girly again? I approve 10000%!" She giggled clapping her hands, "Wait....someone said you were dancing with, the Harry Styles....it's not..."

She stopped when she saw my facial expression and covered her mouth as it dropped open, and squealed.

"Shhh, Melanie, I don't want too many people knowing." I whispered to her.

"Bitch! It's fucking Harry Styles!" She screamed whispered and we both broke out in laughter.

"I know, I know. I just, we've managed to somehow keep everything low key. It's not in the media anywhere. So, just, shhh." I giggled and she nodded.

"Okay, fine....though I wish I could email blast it to the bitch and the fucking asshole. So they can see what karma truly does." She raised and eye brow and my eyes widened.

"Wow, okay then." We both giggled.

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Harry, Lydia and I walked down the street to our first Taco Tuesday stop. Lydia explaining the plan to Harry.

"So here is the deal. Only one taco and one tequila shot per bar or restaurant. And you gotta keep up Styles. Grace and I don't play when it comes to Taco Tuesday, and I don't normally like to share my Grace time with anyone."

Harry laughed and nodded, "Alright, noted. And how do we decide when the night ends."

"That's the magic of Taco Tuesday, we don't know when it ends." I smirked at him and he raised his eyebrows.

"Okay then, let's hope sloppy Harry isn't in the media tomorrow." He joked and we laughed.

By the time we made it to our sixth stop, Lydia and I were more tipsy than Harry and we were dancing in the middle of the dance floor as he sat at our table and laughed at us

Lydia and I grabbed on to each other and squealed when they finally played Dancing Queen like we requested. We sang at each other as we danced and I was surprised when Eddie came and took her from my arms spinning her around. I laughed as he put her down and couldn't help but smiled as they kissed. He came over and hugged me tightly, "Sorry my best friend is a dick." He said to me and I laughed, waving him away.

"Gracie, would you be mad if I left?" Lydia pouted at me and I laughed shaking my head.

"No, go, I just need to know who has dibs on the loft." We both laughed.

"You, I'm going over to his."

"Okay, go. Have sex. Have fun. I love you." I hugged her and we both kissed each other on the lips as usually happened when we said goodbye while drunk.

I waved them off and ran back over to Harry. I stood between his legs and kissed him softly.

"Hmm, did we loose a Taco Tuesday soldier?" He smirked at me, tracing my lip with his thumb.

"We did, but gained an entire loft to ourselves in exchange. It was a sacrifice I just had to make." I shrugged playfully and he raised his eyebrows at me laughing.