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Chapter 28 "How did you find me?"

I feel two strong arms wrap around my body, and I jolt awake. Although, my eyes shoot open but I can't see the face of the person who currently has one hand under my knees and the other gently cradling my back. Somehow this person has also managed to carry my suitcase along with everything else. Despite these, so far, seemingly nice intentions towards me I am completely panicked. I don't have a clue who this person is or what they plan on doing to me, but I need to get out of their grip.

"Let me go!" I scream at the mystery person as I struggle, but to no avail. My body is stiff from that hard bench I just spent some time on.

"Shh. You are okay now. I will take care of you." A deep voice emits from the person carrying me. It must be a man, that just scares me more because I have no idea what he wants with me or what he meant with what he just said. I am beyond scared right now.

He walks with me still in his arms and I continue to struggle, and suddenly he stops. "Stop moving, Grace!" He yells at me and I freeze. How did he know my name?

"Grace, it's me. Liam."

What?

"What are you doing here?" I ask the most obvious question I could think of.

"Where do you think Harry got the romantic idea of going to Paris for Valentine's Day from?" Liam says with a light chuckle.

As he walks away form the park and more light is cast upon his face I can finally see that it is, indeed, Liam. I am hugely relieved.

"How did you find me?" I ask shivering slightly because of the thin clothes I am wearing.

"Harry told me everything that happened." Liam says sadly. "He came to Sophia and I in tears. He said you left in a hurry and that now you were somewhere in the city, and didn't know a lick of French. So I spent the day searching for you."

"That's funny, I spent the day wondering around the city trying get lost. Has Harry been looking for me too?" I ask a little to hopefully.

Liam doesn't answer.

"Liam. Has Harry been looking for me?" I ask a little more desperately this time.

"No. He flew back to England with Lisa." Liam whispered. I could feel the tears begin to prick my eyes just at the thought. I knew I was a mistake.

Liam arrived at the hotel where him and Sophia were currently staying, and let me walk up to the room with him. I want to die. I need to die. Nothing is worse than the pain I am feeling right now. This is heartbreak on steroids. I am glad that Sophia is here. It will good to have a girl to talk to. Of course Liam is always a nice shoulder to cry on, but it is just easier to explain things to girls. Sophia will understand me.

We enter the room where they are both staying Sophia rushes into to the room asking, "Oh my God! Are you okay? I am so sorry about what happened! Where have you been?" She kept switching between concerned mother and sad friend. Normally I would find this amusing, but not tonight.

"I'm fine. Just tired." I let out a heavy sigh and blink a couple of times as Sophia ushers me towards her and Liam's bed, but I stop her. I can't take their bed. They are here for a romantic get away, the last thing they need is a big loser like me to be bugging them. "Sophia just let me sleep on the couch."

"No! I could never do that!"

"Trust me it is a step up from what I slept on at the beginning of night." I try to give her a small smile, but fail miserably. There is no energy left in me to do so. Or happiness.

Sophia looks to Liam to get conformation to see if it would truly be a step up, and he simply nods. "Okay." Sophia says softly and grabs a blanket and pillow for me to use.

"Harry left this for you." Liam says handing me a envelope. I look inside and find a plane ticket for home tomorrow. A silent, single tear rolls down my cheek. I don't want to have to go back and face reality. I'm not ready.

"Can I take a quick shower?" I ask trying to get away form everyone for a while.

"Sure." Sophia says while suddenly finding her shoes to be extra interesting.

"Thanks." I say quietly.

I am so ashamed of myself. How could I let this happen? They will never seem me the same again. I am a laughing stalk. Why should I even go back to London? For Sam? Why? So I can guiltily tell him what happened here and have him leave me too? So Harry and Lisa will tell Gemma and make her hate me too? What is the point? I need to disappear for a long time. I just need to go, leave. Start over.

But where?

This question will not be answered easily. Luckily the warm water from this shower is helping my muscles relax and I am feeling refreshed. I have been needing to wash all of the Harry Styles off of my body. The bad memories I will try to forget for the rest of my life. The one person I will try to forget the rest of my life. My skin feels smooth, and my hair feels fresher. I bend down and hug my knees into my chest, and begin to cry. The sobs leave my mouth uncontrollably. The pain is unbearable. I will never be able to love anyone ever again. Maybe my parents were right, maybe I am a dumb slut. I am a home wrecker. I slept with someone who is going to get married. Harry doesn't love me, he never has and never will. I need to face the fact now, but it is already to late. I have screwed up my life to the point where now I don't have a family, friends, love, or boyfriend. Possibly even a place to live. Especially if I decide not to return to London.

When the pads of my fingers started to turn to prunes, I decided to finally end my pity party of one and get out of the shower. I slip on some comfortable clothes to sleep in, and emerge form the bathroom. Liam and Sophia stare at me, but say nothing. I head straight to the couch. I will need to get a good night's sleep if I am going to leave tomorrow. Especially since the place I am going is not home.

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A/N: What do you think. Should Grace go and start over somewhere else? New name? New location? I'm excited!!!

Niki xx