Grace's POV
"You like Nadia?" I ask Harry while we sit on the couch. My head rested in his lap as he sat crisscross, running his fingers throughout my hair. We had got back from the mall not long ago and Isabella had to go on a last minute rep-meeting.
"She's okay, she just seemed kind of-" he pauses, in search for a suitable word for the occasion, "touchy"
"Yeah, she really is nice though." I add.
"I was really relieved that Isabella sat next to me at dinner, leaving Nadia sitting with you." He chuckles. Looking down at my face, he licks his lips. I pucker my lips, begging him to kiss me. Leaning down, he leaves a small peck on my lips pulling back up into his original position. "Grace?" He says in a leading tone. "I was thinking about the trip to meet your parents." He pauses.
"And?" I insist.
"I'm nervous." He smiles boyishly.
"Awe, baby, don't be nervous. You have nothing to worry about!" I insure him, hoping that my case was solid.
"I just want them to like me, that's all." He shrugs. I pull myself up onto my butt to face Harry.
"Harry, not to freak you out, but even of they hate you I will still love you exactly the same." I put my hand on his chest. I immediately realize what I had said.
"So you love me?" He smirks.
I quickly bring my hand back to my lap, feeling embarrassed. "Well, I-"
"I love you too." He interrupts me. This is possibly the most cliché moment of my life.
"Harry." I giggle. "You're so sweet." He leans in, grabbing my waist. I look up to him as he looks at my body, biting his lip hungerly. Burying his head in my neck, he shifts my hair to the other side of my neck. "Hold on." I whisper as I awkwardly toss my hair up into a muddled bun. He resumes, kissing my neck without missing a beat. I was actually worried he would leave a hickey, because I have a consultation tomorrow. "Harry, don't leave any marks, I have to work tomorrow." I whisper into his ear. He starts to ease down. He pulls away from my neck looking me in the eyes. "You're so fucking sexy." His deep, raspy voice purrs as his nose touches mine in an intimate way.
"Shit." I mutter under my breath.
"What?" He chuckles before going back to kissing me contently.
"You're so irresistible." I bite my lip, breathing in deeply, catching his scent in my nostrils.
"Is that a bad thing?" His green-blue eyes sail through my expression.
"You tell me." My hand travels to the hem of his shirt. I glide my hand beneath his shirt, feeling his warm skin. His emotionless expression, turned into a snarky smirk.
Harry's body pushes me onto my back, now laying down on the couch, His heavenly body hovers over mine. In pure, un adulterated, passion I practically tare the clothing off of his torso, shocking both of us.
His eyes were filled to the brim with excitement and passion. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air between us. I always wondered what he used. It smelled spicy yet smooth, very controversial.
His hands feel my body, caressing, touching, every curve, every article of clothing. Hesitantly, he tugs at my baggy t-shirt, asking me for allowance to pull it off my body. I giggle.
"What?" He quickly kisses my cheek, giggling along with me.
"Take it off." I bite my lip, continuously giggling.
His lingering fingers peel my shirt off my torso, throwing it onto the floor beside us. I laugh as his hand brushes his curly brown locks away from his face. "You need to put your hair up?"
"Oh, whatever!" He says playfully, grabbing my face, he plants his lips on mine, taking a deep breath through his nose. One of his masculine hands, moves it's way up to my bra. "Harry." I wisper.
He stops in his tracks, pulling back, looking me in the eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Can we go to my room?" I ask, in hopes he won't get annoyed.
"Of course, babe." He leans over grabbing both of our shirts. I waltz to my bedroom, Harry, trailing close behind. We arrive at the threshold of my bedroom and I turn to look at Harry, immediately making contact to his beautifully sculpted abdomen.
"Hey! Keep your eyes up here!" He teases.
"Harry, I'm sorry if I'm a tease, I just wanna wait until everything is just right." I swing by door open, walking in, over to my queen sized bed.
Harry shuts the door, "Don't apologize. Grace, no matter how-" He pauses "hot and bothered I get," He chuckles "I will never judge you for making a decision like that." He smiles, plopping down onto my bed.
"One thing, are you a virgin?" He asks. I figured he would ask this.
"No. I wish I was." I giggle. "I wasn't very wise with my V-card." I say, trying to hold back old tears.
"Tell me." He say, sympathetically.
"He used me, that's all. Don't really want to talk about it right now." I chuckle.
"When you do," He pauses "I'm always here."
Just as Harry finishes his sentence my phone buzzes, making he screen light up. I then hear a muffled notification alarm coming from Harry's phone, in synchronization right after mine. I unlock my screen and a bunch of twitter notifications pop up onto my screen. "Harry?" I look up, "Check your twitter."
