Harry's POV
"Harry," I hear Grace's soft voice wake me from my peaceful slumber.
"Babe, we are gonna leave in a little bit."
"Lets lay down for just a few minutes!" I beg, looking up at her from the white comforter.
"Harry, I just did my hair." She laughs, putting her hand on mine. I look up at her freshly curled hair.
"What time are we leaving?" I ask. I then look over at the clock that read 9:44.
"Eleven."
"Fine, I have to take a wee." I frown.
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"Isabella, wait, is Nadia meeting us there?" Grace asks, yelling from the kitchen, waiting for and answer leaning in the direction of the bathroom where Isabella was finishing getting dressed.
Grace wore a black loose dress with a jean jacket. On her feet she had a pair of white tennis shoes that reminded me of nurses shoes from the 50's. She still seemed to make it look adorable.
"Yeah, that's what she told me, why?" Isabella replys, coming around the corner.
"Just was wondering."
It was enertaining to watch them talk. One, both of their accents are different yet both American. Isabella's has a southern tongue about it. Where as Grace's is more accented, she usually articulates more. Isabella says it's because she's a "yuppy Oregonian." Their bickering never fails to make me laugh. While Grace and Isabella were getting ready I managed to run back home and change, seeing how the pants I woke up in I had been wearing the day before.
Isabella wonders back into the bathroom as Grace continues rummaging through the refrigerator.
"Harry did you happen to see the grapefruits while you were in the fridge?" She asks me as I take a bite of the apple that I had got about 10 minutes ago.
"Not that I recall."
"Isabella! Where's the grapefruits?" She yells again, making me chuckle.
"I saw them in the bottom drawer last night!" Her voice reaches around the corner.
"Here they are!" She says in a pleasant voice. "You want some?" Her eyes flicker from the bag of citrus fruit to me.
"I'm pleased with the apple, love." I softly smile, locking our eyes.
She moves swiftly to the counter, pulling the cutting board out of the cabinetry. She cuts the giant grapefruit into eighths then sprinkles salt on half of it, putting the other half in the bag, then into the fridge.
"Did you just put salt on that?" I ask, it was definitely... different.
"Yeah, it's good, wanna try?" She puts a slice on the counter in front of me.
I take a bite and it was true, it was good. The salt seemed to counteract the bitterness of the fruit, making it taste lovely.
"It is really good." I shrug.
"I'll teach you my witchcraft ways." She teases, winking her left eye. Her smile always was warm and genuine; welcoming.
Isabella walks around the corner, into the kitchen opening back up the fridge, moments later pulling out a peach.
It wasn't long before we were in the car, I volunteered to drive. Grace sat in the passenger with her manicured hands on her knees, while Isabella was in the back seat with her legs crossed, on her phone. One of Grace's hands moves to the center console. After her hand resting for a little I inner lock our fingers together. She looks over to me and just smiles. That smile! I go crazy over that smile. Do other people go crazy over that smile? Of course they do, who wouldn't?
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"Harry, this is Nadia. Nadia, this is Harry." Grace introduces Nadia and I. First impressions; tall, not as tall as Grace. Beautiful, nothing comparison to of course. Pleasant.
"Hello, Harry. Good to meet you." Nadia greets me with a handshake, accompanied by her strong accent, which I found quite charming.
"Lovely meeting you, Nadia." I smile, taking her gesture of a handshake.
"So, Em, you are from the UK I hear." Nadia directs that statement my way.
"Yes, Cheshire." I purr.
"From Russia, Moscow." She smiles.
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"Do you ever feel awkward when you walk into a store and you like need help but you don't see any employees around." Grace cracks herself up. Her hand grazed through the rack, picking a article of clothing out every once in a while, examining it.
"Do you need any assistance?" I laugh.
"No, I just thought about that, I don't know, I'm weird." She giggles to herself.
"You got that one right." I joke, winking at her. Nadia and Isabella went off to some other store, looking for something. Grace and I strayed to a random store just browsing. It never made much sense that this was a girls idea of fun, but if it makes Grace happy I would do anything.
I kinda got the impression that Nadia was more Isabella's friend than Grace's, she was very friendly and sweet to her but just not buddy, buddy with her like Isabella. It might just be me but I had a feeling Nadia was trying to flirt with me.
"Babe, what do you think about Nadia?" Grace asks, just perfectly.
"She's nice, maybe a little too nice." I hint.
"Thank god it wasn't just me that saw the way she was acting around you. I'm glad I'm not crazy." Grace says, exhaling in a sigh of relief.
"Nope, you're not crazy." I place my hand on her lower back, inching closer to her.
Suddenly I hear a bang against the desplay window making Grace and I both jump, startled. The shock caused Grace to drop a few hangers onto the floor. I look over to where the noise had come from and see a few paps.
"Harry! Is that your new girlfriend?" I hear one of the men shout. "What about Sara?" I suddenly feel Grace's whole energy change from pleasant to irritated.
"Harry? Should we leave or something?" She looks a little worried.
"No, I'll go take care of it." I March to the doors to the daylight outside before swinging the glass door open.
"Harry! Is that another fall fling?" I hear a different voice taunt.
"Listen, can you guys please stop. You're frightening my girl in there." I accidentally let "my girl" slip.
"Sorry dude, we don't mean to scare you guys, we are just doing out job." A tall slender looking man says.
"I understand but will you guys please back off a bit." I clentch my fists, a little frustrated.
"Does this mean you're back into blondes now?" One in the back shouts making the others laugh.
I turn around, making my way back inside. "I told them to leave us alone so that should at least make them be less violent."
"So Harry, are you into blondes now?" She jokes moking the guy outside.
"Damn right."
