HARRY'S POV
1 week later
Grace hadn't talked to me in a week since the day we were last together and I was worried. She hadn't answered any of my phone calls or messages. I was particularly concerned about it because, there is a rumor going around about Sara and I, which isn't true, her and I had dinner and that's all but, everyone has to make something out of nothing.
"Mate, go over there. You're crazy about her." Niall orders in his peculiar accent, through the speaker of my phone.
"Are you sure, Niall?" I ask.
"Don't be an idiot, I'm going to hang up, and you go get her, bye." Before I could say a word the speaker ends on his side of the line, leaving an ery dial tone.
My tires roll onto the pavement outside Grace's condo complex. I take a deep breath rhhursing what I'd say to her under my breath. Only her could get me nervous like this.
I approach the door of her condo, licking my lips, looking down to the door mat reading "Welcome"
I finally gather every ounce of courage I had left in my body to knock on that door, just like I had when I came over here two weeks ago, the first time I had seen her beautiful green eyes.
My knuckles pound on the door three times. About twenty seconds later I see Isabella standing in the doorway.
"Can I see-" I start,
"No, Harry, it's not a good time." She cuts me off.
"I just want to see her, Isabella, let me see her." I plead.
"Harry I can't let you do that." She raises her voice.
I step one step up, almost chest to chest with Isabella. "I want you to get out of my way." I order.
"Harry, she's hurt. Go away." She pushes my chest back, attempting to push me away.
When she said I hurt her was the point I broke down.
I pushed past Isabella looking to the left and then to the right, not seeing her anywhere in sight. I open her bedroom door slowly. Her head turns to meet my eyes. She quickly looks away. She laid on her side, dressed in grey sweatpants that hugged her bum and a white tee-shirt. I noticed a small tear stray from her stunning eyes.
"Grace, the rumors aren't true." I state. I quickly notice a glass of wine by her bed. "Have you been drinking?" I ask, walking to the side of her bed.
"Harry she was seen leaving your hotel the next morning." She sniffles.
"She was in the same hotel as me but, Grace you have to believe me when I say I didn't sleep with her." I try to prove the truth.
"Harry, it's hard to believe that, you were seen with some beautiful, sexy Victoria secrets model and you didn't have sex with her?" A few tears escape onto her cheek one again.
"You are ten times more beautiful and sexy than anyone will ever be in my eyes." I take a seat on the bed next to her.
"Harry, why do you fancy me? Tell me the truth. You can have drop dead gorgeous, stick figure Victorias Secret models." She slurs, I could tell the alcohol had gotten the best of her.
"Because, I don't want them. I want you. I've wanted you for months, I was infatuated by this character in my head, this stunning human being and she exixts, it's not fictional. You are my dream girl. I don't care if you wear a size zero or a size 10, I still think you are the most gorgeous girl I've laid my eyes on." I say forcing my thoughts and feelings onto her.
She broke down in tears, crying into the pillow.
"Grace, I don't want to be the one who makes you cry. Ever." I rub circles on her back. "I would never and will never lie to you, Grace, you have my heart." I wrap my arms around her quivering body.
I look over and see the wine glass for a second time, "Who gave you alcohol?" I ask reaching over grabbing the wine glass.
"I got it from the cupboard." She replies looking up at me with her tear sparkled eyes
I get up and march to the kitchen with the glass in my hand. I dump the remaining red wine in the drain, rinsing the glass out before returning to tend to Grace. I kneel down next to her, whispering "No more emotional drinking. Wait till your 21." I lay down next to her, placing my arms around her waist, hugging her tightly.
A few moments later, she turns to face me.
"I'm sorry." She whispers.
"Don't apologize, it wasn't either of our fault." I tap her small nose.
She gives a small smile before closing her blood shot eyes.
