Grace's POV
I wake up and hear distant laughter coming from the kitchen. I quickly look over to check if Harry was next to me but he must have slipped away earlier, for I had woken up in the middle of the night from a disturbing dream where he had cradled me and told me everything would be alright.
I get up from my warm bed and open my bedroom door before walking out into the kitchen and seeing Isabella and Harry in the kitchen, laughing about something.
"Good morning sleeping beauty." Harry kisses my temple.
"How'd you sleep?" Isabella asks, handing me a mocha frappuccino in a little starbucks cup. "Alright, not the best." I look over to Harry.
"I went out and got us all coffee and doughnuts." He points at the pink box of donuts on the counter.
"Grace, when you go visit your parents you'll have to take Harry and show him Voodoo Doughnuts." Isabella takes a sip of coffee.
"What's that?" Harry asks.
"It's this really good Doughnut shop in Portland. They have a whole bunch of wacky and cool doughnuts." She explains further in depth.
"Grace, if I ever get the chance to go back to your home, you'll have to show me you old stomping grounds." He winks.
"Definitely, it's best when you go up there at Christmas time. There's a street called Peacock lane and all of the houses are lit up with festive Christmas lights."
"Wow, the whole street?"
"Yeah. We have a pretty cool zoo and tons of hikes, it'd be a blast!" I laugh, walking over to the pink box set on the counter, picking my poison, which happened to be a regular chocolate doughnut.
"Now I want to go." He exclaims.
"Grace's going up there for Halloween at the end if the month." Isabella begins, "You guys should go together!"
I look over to Isabella- who does she think she is?
"I'd never invite myself like that." Harry takes a bite out of a glazed doughnut.
I had talked to my mom about him resently a few times, nothing bad, of course, she did say she thought it would be pleasurable to meet him.
"Well, I don't mind, just make sure to have a Halloween costume, we are going to go trick or treating with my brother, he's kind of a loser." I joke.
"Really? You wouldn't mind?" Harry crinkles his tanned nose.
"Not at all." I sit next to Harry in a bar stool.
"I'm going to take a shower." Isabella a says before running to the bathroom.
"Okay, Grace, this seems like the right time to talk to you about this." Harry's hand rests on my theigh, allowing butterflies to flutter in my stomach. "I want you to be my girlfriend, official and all." He smiles, looking away at first and then to my eyes all over agian.
"Well I mean.." I pause joking, "you aren't totally intolerable. Of course I'll be your girlfriend, Harry."
He clutches his chest, his eyes getting glossy, "You had me for a minute."
"Were you gonna cry?" I laugh, walking up to sitting Harry, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"No, I wasn't gonna cry." He blushes.
"Awe, Harry." I giggle, pressing my forehead to his.
"Can I finally kiss you?" Harry whispers pressing his thumb to my bottom lip.
"I don't know, can you finally kiss me?" I taunt.
"Don't be a snart ass." He chuckles, playfully smacking my bum.
"What is this playful side of Harry, I've never seen before?" I titter, narrating my thoughts.
"How can you be this sassy? It's only 7:45 in the mornin'!" His British accent really sticks out on the word "morning" making me laugh.
"Now you're laughing at me?" He playfully flares his nostrils in "anger"
"Harry!" I laugh, holding onto my stomach.
"You better run." He stands from the stool before I analyze the situation and sprint around the couch
He runs to the back side of the couch bouncing from left to right trying to fool me, all while I'm hysterically laughing beyond my control.
He runs around the far left side of the couch as I dash to the hallway where he gives me a strange look almost like- "you better run, I'm gonna get you.", that kinda look.
"Harry, I'm not a fast runner!" I plead.
"Looks like that's to my advantage." He runs to the hall catching up to me, grabbing me by the waist, pulling me against his body.
"Har- eee!" I drop to dead weight after laughing out my one last bit of energy.
"Grace!" He mocks me.
I drop to the floor and roll on by back and see Harry standing above me.
"Am I dating a drama queen?" He asks, his right hand on his hip. It was the first time I had hear him call me his girlfriend and it made me giddy inside, like a young girl again.
"Save me!" I play clutching my chest, dramatically.
"I thought you were different!" He plays, spinning off my drama.
I couldn't help but smile when I saw the deeper one of his dimples indented his left cheek.
He crosses his legs, sitting next to where I was sprawled out. His fingers linger to my hair, twirling his fingers in it. He lays down on his back, turning his head to me. Dragging my upper body to his, I rest my head on his chest as I watch his chest rise, then fall.
