HARRY'S POV
"Those damn paps have to slither their way into everyone's business." I spit. The press had gotten their hands on a few pictures of Grace and I. "It got pretty steamy" They titled it along with some jokes about how much of a womanizer they claim I am.
I read through the majority of the tweets were pretty sweet. Contexting in things like "Awe, wish you the best." Or "Finally someone who isn't a Victoria's Secret model #Garry" but others using offensive terms "Bitch" or some even death threats.
"Wow people can be really mean, can't they?" Grace gawks.
"Don't even read anything. It doesn't matter what they say." I touch Grace's hand. "They want us to be offended."
"People magazine just tweeted me." Grace says, shocked of what she had said, herself.
"Really?" I say, leaning over taking a look. Sure enough, "Wow, looks like Harry Styles has found a dime!" I read from her screen.
"To be compleatly honest I'm surprised they didn't bash me." She let out a slight chuckle.
"Lets just not worry about people. Let's get to us. I take her phone out of her hand, setting it to the side. My hands frame her jawline, stealing the breath from her lungs. "I want you." I whisper against those lovley pink lips of those.
"Looks like you're in luck." She looks at me with those beautiful, gentle eyes.
I furrow my eyebrows.
"Because, I'm right here." She whispers. Her delicate hand traces over my abdomen, moving to my waist band, making me feel aroused.
"Stop." I manage to huff out.
"What's wrong?" A look of concern on her face.
"Just not yet, let's just lay down for a bit." I suggest.
"Wow, first time I heard that!" She jokes, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her body pressed against mine, warming my exposed skin. She rested her head on the nape of my neck.
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"Eh, it's too early Grace!" I hear Isabella groan, from her bedroom on the other side of the wall. Grace had slouched over to Isabella's room to wake her up for the rafting trip they were going to go on in a hour or so. Meanwhile, I was stuck on house watch.
"Isabella, it's not even that early." I hear her giggle, followed by a screech "owch!"
"Just give my spot to Harry." Isabella groans.
"Really? Yayy!" Grace's voice echos, followed by her dashing into the room. "Harry, do you want to go-"
I cut her off. "I heard and yes."
"Okay, well. We do have a extra 5 minutes." She hints. She leans herself onto the edge of the bed. I rise to my knees, grabbing her by her waist, pulling her against my body.
"You're cute." She jokes in one of her silly voices.
"Whatever." I peck her cheek. Her legs straddle my hips. Her hand pushes her hair from her face as she leans down, kissing me back. The feelings I get when those lips are against mine. I wrap my hands on her hips, as she sits up; looking down at me smiling. She suddenly starts mouthing the words to the song that played from the bathroom across the hall.
"You didn't have to cut me off, make it like it never happened and that we were nothing." She lip syncs, dramatically using theatrical facial expressions and hand motions.
"You're so weird." I chuckle.
"But hey, you fell for me that's gotta' tell ya' somethin'" She giggles, tossing me a wink.
"Because even though you're quite odd," I wink back. "I still think you're the most incredible person." I tuck a few strands of hair behind her ear.
"I need to get ready." Grace places her hands on her hips
"What do you need to do?" I ask. With doubt she needed to do anything at all.
"Well I have to French braid my hair, wash my face and change my clothes." She lists.
"I can braid your hair." I bluff
"Harry, no you can't." She giggles.
"I'm greatly offended." I gasp, clutching my chest.
"Okay." She swings her legs off the side of the bed, moving her hair to the back of her head. "Don't you dare knot up my hair."
I separate her hair into three sections. Do I put the middle to the left? No, no, no; it's the right over middle, then left, then right again. Hey, I'm not too terrible. I reach the ends of her hair tying the hair bobble at the end of it, keeping it in place.
"Done!" I tap her shoulder, before she turns around.
"You know, I was looking for a french braid but it's okay; it'll do." She winks, leaving a small kiss on my lips. Her lips tasted so good, every time they left mine, they had me wanting more.
