HARRY'S POV
I don't exactly know what came over me but I knew I wanted her more than I had wanted her 2 months ago, 1 month ago, a day ago, or even an hour ago. I knew she wouldn't have sex with me now and I would never pressure her. She looked so sexy, sitting there talking about her work, her family. I let a thought enter my mind if we were to ever break up and it tore my insides apart. But if we were to break up that would me we would have to be together first and this idea made my blood course harder and my heart beat faster than before. She was the most beautiful, sexy, intelligent, interesting, funny, kind person I've ever locked eyes with and I had to contain myself from loving her from head to toe? This was going to be the hardest part of all.
"Harry," She places her neatly manicured hand on my chest. "I can't sleep with you."
"I know." My hand reaches for her face, tucking a small piece of hair that had fallen from her bun, out of her face.
Her eyebrows come closer in confusion.
"Grace, I'm not going to pressure you to do anything you don't want to." I smile at her amused face. "Not used to a gentleman, eh?"
She chuckles, her singular dimple indented her left cheek as her plump lips grew into a small smile. "You really are different."
"Different is good, right?" I laugh. My hands rested on her waist. We were closer than ever. There was a fire, a flame between us. It was warmth and comfort.
I was always pinned as the flirt of the group and the truth is, sure, I'm nice to ladies but, when I like someone obviously I'll flirt with them, I just really hoped that Grace didn't think I was just a flirt.
"Different is good, really good." Her one hand remained on my chest as the other rested gently on the back of my neck. I could feel her finger lightly play with the small hairs that had fallen.
"I have always loved when you put your hair in that little bun." She bites her lip and giggles in that beautiful chime.
"I have always loved it when you bite your lip." I stare at her lips then avert back to her eyes noticing her cheeks go flushed for what seemed to be the 12th time. I take my finger and trace it along her full bottom lip. "You look exhausted!" I say in a louder, theatrical voice. I bend down placing one arm under her knee and the other behind her mid back, picking her up, into my arms.
She squeals, taken aback at my actions. "Harry!" She giggles throwing her head back in laughter.
I make it around the corner to the hall and approach the door straight ahead.
"Harry, no!" She whisper-yells. "That's I sabella's room!" She giggles, still in her small fit of laughter. "That one." She points to the half open door to the right.
I push the door the rest of the way open. I set her carefully on the bed and close the door behind me so we wouldn't wake Isabella with our chatting.
I look around her room and see a framed poster of the boys and I, next to that a picture of Michael Jackson along with a few MJ related things hanging below it. "You like Michael Jackson?" I ask.
"Yeah, he was a really big inspiration to me as a kid and even now." She hops off the bed, walking over to the pictures running her finger on the edge of the frame.
"You have vinyl?" I ask pointing to the stack of records and the small blue record player.
"Yeah, I think it sounds more.." She pauses searching for the right word. "Organic, or natural."
"What music do you have?" I ask.
She kneels down picking through the albums "I have, Bad by Michael Jackson, Thriller, Danger, X-Ed Sheeran, 1989- Taylor Swift, Four-One Direction, HIStory- MJ, another Michael, The Beetles, Rolling Stones, Dirty Dancing sound track, and Arctic Monkeys." She finishes, finally.
"Wow you got alot!" I laugh, kneeling down next to her. "Where'd you get all of the newer ones?"
"I've got more in storage. I got them at Urban Outfitters. They've got a pretty good selection." She nods.
"I can definitely tell you like Michael Jackson." I nod.
She blushes with embarrassment. "I get a little carried away, sorry."
"No! It's adorable! I think it's so cool how much you value and appreciate music. Sometimes I wish I knew more people like you, you know, who can just sit and talk for hours about how amazing an artists is." I smile, truly relating to her energy.
"Exactly how I feel." She smiles, seeming to not feel so embarrassed.
There was a bright enough light in the room that I could see, her string lights draped around her window along with the street light made a nice glow just on her beautiful face, making a shadow out of the rest of the room behind us.
"As long as we are talking about how we feel, Grace, I have to say that I really like you. It's probably so weird for you because I feel like I've known you for months but you've only known me for a couple hours." I say slowly drifting into a rant.
"Harry," She interrupts, "I've been waiting to meet you for what seems like forever, remember I am a fan." She giggles. "And one day you just show up at my door? Harry this seems more surreal to me than you may think."
She makes a point, she has been a fan for five years.
"But, now it's real." I say, smiling. My hand lingered towards hers.
She suddenly moved it away noticing the closeness of our hands. "Do you want me to put on one of these records?"
"Sure." I smile, though I was a little sad she had rejected me. Maybe she didn't realize my hand was there. I think to myself.
She places a record on the turn table and a noticeable tune quietly fills the room. "Baby, love never felt so good-" Michael Jackson's smooth voice sang.
She silently mouths the words and I laugh at her enthusiasm.
"And the night is gonna be just fine!" I sing, grabbing her hand She giggles at my cheesiness. I grab her waist, pulling it close to mine. Her petite hands fell perfectly on my seemingly tall shoulders. "'Cause every time I love you, in and out my life, In-out baby. Tell me if you really love me, in and out my life, in-out baby, 'Cause baby, 'Cause love never felt so good." I sing making her throw her laugh with no control. She laughed so adorably, the way she didn't contain her laughter but at the same time singing the lyrics.
We dance, laugh and sing until the song ends and the room was filled with a smooth silence once again.
"Why don't you play Dirty Dancing." I wink making a terrible pun.
"That's enough dancing for you tonight." She giggles, bending down, removing the record from the player, placing it back in its cardboard case, with the others.
"Okay." I chuckle.
She let's out a big yawn and rubs her eyes, stretching her torso.
"You tired?"
"Exhausted." She breathes heavily, covering her mouth from another yawn.
"Or am I just boring?" I joke, sitting myself onto her white duvet.
"A little of both." She jokes, right back at me, plopping down on the bed, sprawling out. I stand up and arrange her pillows to form a L shape in the corner of her bed plopping right in the corner.
"Come, here." I pat the space next to me. She crawls up next to me. On her side, her hand rested on my chest along with half of her face.
I reach down to our feet and grab a blue and purple printed blanket. I pull the insulating blanket over us. I feel Grace's body any tension she had in her body be released as she slowly drifted asleep in my arms.
I look down at her peaceful, slumbering face and whisper, "You're so beautiful."
