GRACE'S POV
"It's noon, do you guys wanna grab something to eat?" Isabella asks, Her and Nadia approaching Harry and I.
"Yeah, if that's what you guys wanna do it sounds good, I'm hungry. What about you Harry?" I ask turning to Harry grabbing his large hand.
"Yeah, I could eat." He smiles looking to me then to Isabella, then lastly to Nadia. "Looks like all the paps have left." He looks over to the window, checking to make sure there weren't any press outside.
"What are you guys feeling like eating? Italian, Asian?" I suggest.
"Italian sounds nice." Isabella nods.
"Alright, I'm hungry, let's go." I turn as Harry grasps onto my hand.
"Wait, I have to buy something from this store, meet you two there." Nadia says shoeing us ahead.
"Okay meet you guys there." Harry replys as we exit the store. "Is this Italian place good?" Harry asks.
"Yeah it's pretty decent for a mall restaurant." I shrug. The thoughts of those paps ran through my mind, what if they find out who I am? What would they think of me? Will they start drama between Harry and I?
"I know this is kind of rude but could I get a picture?" A girl approaching us asks, directing her attention to Harry
She had dark hair and olive skin, she was much shorter than I and was wearing a black muscle tee that read "Normal People Scare Me" on it, from American Horror Story. Which happened to be one of my favorite shows.
"Can you take the picture?" She asks, politely. I must have zoned out because when the girl asked Harry had his hand already separated from my own.
"Yeah, of course." I smile. I take the girls phone from her hand, she already had it on camera, all I has to do was tap the screen. Harry draped his arm around her shoulders as she had her arm on his back. They both smiles and I snapped the picture. "Beautiful!" I smile handing the girl her phone, "I love your shirt by the way, American Horror Story is one of my favorite shows."
"Awe, thanks. If it isn't rude, are you two a-?" She pauses assuming that we could pick up the rest.
"Not rude at all, yes. This is Grace, my girlfriend." Harry places his hand on my lower back.
"Oh, you guys are cute. And I won't blab if you want. The fandom always seems to over react." She smiles. She seems like a sweet kid, she had a nice bubbly smile.
"I feel like I have seen you somewhere, are you an actress or a model?" She asks examining my face.
"I'm a model, you've probably seen my anti-bullying campaign." I giggle.
"Yes! That's it! You look amazing in that shoot by the way!" She compliments.
I blush, "Thank you, that's very sweet."
"Well I better let you get on your way." She waltzes past us, "Thank you again!"
"No worries." Harry grasps my hand. "Did I tell you that you look gorgeous today?"
I look up at him and giggle. "Thank you, baby."
"You never answered my question!" He jokes.
"Not that I can recall." I giggle playing along with his cheekiness.
"Well, I should be telling you that every day! Because you're so damn beautiful!" He bends over to me kissing my cheek dozens of times making me giggle uncontrollably. His so pink lips kissing my cheek over and over, placing his other hand on my waist, pulling me into him.
"C'mon." He pulls me by the hand over to the closest ally between stores.
"What are we doing?" I laugh, as I lean my back against the wall. Harry's arms supported him up with the wall just a few inches from my face.
"Well my plan was to kiss you. Unless, of course, you have a better idea." His eye brow aches in sarcasm.
"Ouch, you're being sassy." I mimic his smirk.
I run my fingers through Harry's curls. I look at his pink lips, craving them. He bit his bottom lip looking at my body up and down. A small groan escapes those pink lips of his. He finally leans in touching his lips to mine, making them mesh and move in unecin. His hand pulled on the elastic waistband of my leggings, like the tide pulling a boat to shore. I feel his hip press against mine, making me feel some type of way. I could tell Harry was really in the mood; if you will, but certainly not here and certainly not now.
I pull away from his lips just to take a look at those beautiful green eyes-
"Harry!!" A loud voice shouts at the end of the ally.
"Ah shit the paps." Harry grabs my hand, leading me to the other end of the ally onto the common sidewalk.
