Hey Angel. //h.s//

//Guilty//

Grace's POV:

I found myself at Jesse's. My hand wrapped around an ice cold tumbler because with Harry gone, I had to find a new safe haven and why wouldn't it be the place that we met? He told me he loved me before he left, I just stood there and returned an awkward smile. How could I not have said anything? Of course I love him, I'd be crazy not to. But overtime I find myself coming close to saying it back, I see him. I see the bruises, I feel the blood, I can taste the pain again. I won't be able to give Harry what he wants. I can't give him 100% of my trust because a quarter of it is stuck in Harrison's grip and he doesn't want to let it go. I'm not saying that I still trust him because I don't, God how I do not trust him. But the voices in my goddamn head will never let me move on, even when I'm five steps ahead, they'll always be six. They hint that he could be the same. I know he is not, Harry could never be compared to that monster.

Before Harry had left, he asked me to be his. Now that I've flung myself into the deep end, I can't help but feel like I'm drowning and I can barely keep afloat. Of course, this could be the alcohol speaking, but there is no sober thought that doesn't escape a drunken mouth. How could I ever move on from him if I didn't push myself? If I didn't want this for myself? I want happiness and I want Harry to be the one that exudes it. But what if I can't be the one that provides it for him.

Harry I miss you. I miss the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you feel. I just really fucking miss you. I know it's only for a week, but it feels like an eternity away from you. An eternity of answering machines, misconceptions and above all, love. With my mind stuck on Harry, it enabled me to see him enter.

Oh and he's brought his entourage with him. Jack? Since when was Jack his friend? Max stumbles in, Bella possessively wrapped under his arm. I could feel the bile instantly rise in my throat as he smirks over at me. Why can't he ever give up? He knows I'm with Harry now. He fucking fought him, how much proof does he need?

'Doll, didn't expect to see you here.' His smirk still evident on his face.
'First of all, I'm still not your fucking "doll" secondly, what and I expected to see you?' I retort, nothing like a bit of liquid courage.
'You always did have a smart mouth, I thought I beat that out of you.' Oh the irony.

'Clearly not hard enough, now if you'll excuse me, I have a drink to finish.' I spit, spinning back around on my stool and pulling my phone out of my pocket. They pivot around and find a table at that back that's been encased in darkness.

Grace: missing you, hope they're treating you well! xx

As I push my phone back in, I feel the vibration of a response.

Harry: hii love, missing you lots too! Yeah they're being extraordinarily kind, what have I been missing out on?! Will call tomorrow, I love you xx

I smile at his reply and push it back into my pocket. Harrison watches my expression with a deep frown on his face, I merely laugh and whisper to the bartender. He gestures to the stage and I scamper over, but not before I hand my phone to someone in the audience.

'Hey, do you think you could record this for me? It's really important to me.' Nodding her head, she taps the red button and holds it steady. Heading over to the stage, I clamber on up, choosing a guitar, I give it a two second tune and pull the strap over my neck.

Adjusting the mic stand, I lick my lips and swallow the salvia building up in my mouth. 'Um, hi, I wrote this song about two years ago, when I was with the wrong person. Wait, sorry I'm mistaken, monster. I think I'm finally ready for them to understand my choices now.' Everything went silent as the headlight hit my face. My fingers began to strum and the lyrics pour out. Again, nothing like a bit of liquor courage.