Hey Angel. //h.s//

//Fireproof//

Harry's POV:

I'm at a loss for words. I don't know to say anymore, in fear that it will never be good enough. How have I become so completely and utterly consumed by this creature? I fear it's become too late to turn back, my heart's finally invested.

I reluctantly pick up my phone and scroll through our conversation trying to make sense of this conversation. Eventually my fingers begin to type an ordinary message.

Harry: hey, haven't spoken in a while, meet me at the studio in an hour? H x

Grace: yeah sure x

Well firstly, that was abrupt and secondly, she sounds rather reluctant. Now I have an hour to get ready for our rendezvous. I pull my t-shirt over my head and fling it in my laundry basket, undoing my belt and removing my skin tight trousers.

I drag myself to the bathroom and hit the shower. I can't stop my mind from thinking about her. It's impossible. It's like she's two different people, the one from the party and the one from the aquarium. After the sudden recall of her attire and her dancing at the house party, I find that I have now managed to excite myself a little bit too much. Shit. It takes me 10 minutes to fix my 'problem', and seven inescapable moans of her name, to finally get out of the shower.

I slip on my skinny jeans, my red flannel shirt and my Chelsea boots. Grabbing my coat, I throw my phone and keys into my pockets and leave to meet her at the studio.

As I pull up in my car, I see she's already here. Her body pressed against her car, she's adorned in a yellow duffle coat and a red beanie, with skinny jeans clung to her slender legs. God I've missed her.

'Finally Styles, I thought you weren't gonna turn up' she says with a turn in her lips, eventually turning into a full on smirk.
'Wouldn't dream of it love' I mirror her smirk. My hand finds the small of her back as I guide her inside. Unlocking the door in a manor of seconds, we stumble into the room. It's just how I left it, I hadn't returned since the kiss dilemma. I pull her over to the piano and we sit together on the neglected stool.

'So Styles, what you got planned for today?' She asks making conversation, I give a shrug not really helping the awkwardness disperse.

'Um, well I wanted to, I mean, my mind is driving me insane and I needed to write something, then when I was showering, I started hearing a tune in my head.' She bites her lip after I mentioned the shower. I spot her eyes gazing at my chest, clearing my throat I regain her attention and she gives me a small smile and apologises.

'Now please, I need to get this out. Help me please.' I pout my lips, she shuffles in her spot and nods her head. What's going on with her today? Pushing that thought to the side, I find my guitar and start strumming the tune to her.

Once she's got a sense of rhythm and tempo, she starts writing down some lyrics on her pad of paper that she just so happened to pull out of her bag at that point in time.
'So, you're not gonna share any with me then?' My eyebrow cocks as my first syllable is emitted.
'In due time Styles, in due time.' She giggles, almost mocking me.
Fine, I quickly snatch the paper and sing the lyrics as I play,

I think I'm gonna lose my mind,
Something deep inside me, I can't give up,
I think I'm gonna lose my mind,
I roll and I roll 'til I'm out of luck, yeah,
I roll and I roll 'til I'm out of luck,

How does she do this? How can one dot throughout the whole of humanity make me feel so completely out of control?

I keep playing, which is when she spreads her fingers in the ivory keys and begins playing along with me. At this point, I can't stop myself from smiling, I can feel the indents on my cheeks and she is already lost in the music. Already too lost to notice that I'm improvising more lyrics,

'I'm feeling something deep inside,
Hotter than a jet stream burning up,
I got a feeling deep inside,
It's taking, it's taking all I got, yeah,
It's taking, it's taking all I got.

'Cause nobody knows you, baby, the way I do,
And nobody loves you, baby, the way I do,
It's been so long, it's been so long, maybe you are fireproof,
'Cause nobody saves me, baby, the way you do.'

Once I finish playing I notice her eyes are closed and her fingers are still stroking the keys as she plays onwards.
'Grace?' I question waiting for her to answer me.

She shakes her head and again I regain her attention. 'Oh um, I'm sorry, guess I got a bit carried away'

'It's okay love, want me to through it again?' She replies with a no, claiming that she knew what I was saying.
'Think we can finish it?' She asks me, eagerly waiting for me to continue strumming. I place my fingers on the tabs and await her signal to start.

'I think I'm gonna win this time,
Riding on the wind and I won't give up,
I think I'm gonna win this time,
I roll and I roll, 'til I change my luck, yeah,
I roll and I roll, 'til I change my luck,

'Cause nobody knows you, baby, the way I do,
And nobody loves you, baby, the way I do,
It's been so long, it's been so long, you must be fireproof,
'Cause nobody saves me, baby, the way you do,

'Cause nobody knows you, baby, the way I do,
And nobody loves you, baby, the way I do,
It's been so long, it's been so long, maybe you were fireproof,
'Cause nobody saves me, baby, the way you do.'

We sing the chorus in unison and I wait for her to reopen her eyes. Oh how I've missed those golden specs in her green iris'. I place my guitar back in its stand and sit next to her on the stool.

I come in close and feel her breath hitch as my mouth is against her ear,
'You must be fireproof.' I whisper, and with that she straddles my lap with each leg on either side of me.
'Harry I've mi-' before she can complete her sentence I crush my lips against hers. My hands find her hair, pulling it back behind her ears, they head for her jawline and clasp her face. She is my drug and I intend to fully embrace it. Two weeks without her touch, her voice, her lips. Oh god, her lips. The softness, the plumpness, the way they mould with mine. I've missed her, I've missed this.

As I begin to pull away, I notice her lips are still formed as if mine were there, colliding with them. I smirk at my view and pull her closer to me.

'I'm taking you out tonight.' I state, knowing that she's not going to be turning the offer down after what's just taken place.
She nods whilst encasing her bottom lip behind her teeth. Fuck, I shift in my seat without wanting her to feel the affect she has on me. Well, not yet anyway, I inwardly smirk to myself.

I plant one more kiss on her lips as I wrap her legs around me and hoist her onto the back of the piano placing her on top of it, again I pull her legs around my waist and desperately kiss her already swollen lips. She is my poison and I intend to have every single drop. I feel like I'm committing a cardinal sin, I have been blessed with an angel who's wings have been tainted. My innocent little girl, however did the universe come up with you?

Pulling my lips away feels like my penalty is death, her lips being my only excuse for survival. I carry her body off the piano and place her feet on the ground.

I gather my coat off the floor and place the folded sheet music in my pocket. Studying her as she begins to do up the buttons on her jacket. We guide each other to the door, my hand entwining the two of us.

'Oh and wear something tight.' I smirk as I close the doors behind us.