chapter 4

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After our little visit in the music room, I made my way to the crowded lunch room where I spotted Ashton eating with 3 other (very good looking I must say) boys that I didn't know.

"Hey Ash." I say simply as he turns around and shows his dimple. "Hey Gracie, these are my friends Luke, Calum, and Michael. But you can call him Mikey if you like." He says gesturing to the boys. "Nice to meet you guys."

I sit down between Ashton and Luke, who might actually be more attractive than Ashton. And that's saying a lot. "You are very beautiful you know Grace? I know you probably get that a lot though" he chuckles. Oh my god he's so sweet! "Thank you, and no I don't, you just made my day! Your not so shabby yourself" I say with a wink and we all laugh.
I could get use to this.

***Harry POV***

"You are very beautiful you know Grace?" Ugh. He sickened me. He's the reason I got my label as bad boy of the school. Him and me are the only two who know what really happened. He was just a coward to tell what happened. That dick!

Yes, I'm talking about Luke Hemmings. The bastard. Now he's trying to take Grace and sweep her off of her feet as soon as he can. I was fuming when I heard him say that. Can he go 5 seconds without hitting on an innocent girl? Obviously not.

***Grace POV***

We spent the rest of lunch getting to know each other, and I was rather fond of Luke. He had a hard background with his parents, and was so sweet. It seems he felt so comfortable around me, and I was the same around him.

You could say I started growing a little crush.

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I sat with the boys the rest of the week and met a few more friends. Marissa, Clair, Gemma, and Cylie (Kylie but with a "C") who I've actually became pretty close to. But I haven't seen Harry at all for the whole week except for Monday, and I'm kind of concerned.

Luke and I started dating after going on many dates and on Saturday he asked me and I said yes. We've been really close and kind of "lovey dovey", if you must. But that's how all new couples are.... Is it?

Well, right now it doesn't matter to me because I couldn't be happier.
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Today was the day I was going to bring Luke to meet my dad. I don't think I mentioned my parents were divorced and my dad was a bum drugee who hasn't been sober in 5 years, ever since my mom left.

When we arrived at my house, Luke started to get out of the car, then immediately went back in the car and started the engine again. "Luke, what the hell are you doing?! What's going on?" He didn't respond and just drove down the street in silence. "Luke you better tell me what's going on or I'm getting out of this car and we are done. What is it!"

He looked at me with apologetic eyes which confused me. He pulled over and rolled up the windows. What the hell did he see...

"Ok. don't freak out." That means I'm gonna freak out. "I saw your dad, h-he. I don't know how to say this. Uh. Your dad was, raping someone... It sounds weird how I'm saying it or I don't know but it was in an upstairs bedroom and heeya... He did."

My dad..... "MY" dad.... Was raping some innocent girl...

My dad, was raping someone. I knew he was crazy but not that crazy.. He's terrible.

I just sat there andvsilently pulled out my phone simply,and called the cops. It's about time I did this. From those 5 years of abuse, and him passing out from being drunk out of his mind. I'm done with him.
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I had been sleeping in my own house alone for the past week after my father was arrested. I didn't go to school and just sat in my room all day and ignored all texts and calls from my friends. It was Thursday morning and I heard a tap noise on my bedroom window.

I looked out the window to see a tall figure throwing rocks. Once he noticed me, he motioned for me to come outside. I was uneasy at first but then I made my way to the front door.

"Hi Grace", said the tall figure.

Harry?

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