one more night (h.s)

Chapter 7

Grace's pov

The day goes by quickly and I meet up with Jess and Niall. Those two have been talking to each other all day. I feel like a third wheel and they're not even dating well yet. I have a feeling they will be and that'd be great if they did. Niall seems like a great guy.

I'm not sure if Harry and I still had plans for today or not but I decide to just to head home until he tells me what he has planned for tonight. I didn't see him today because he never showed up to second period maybe he showed up later or not all. I offer to take Niall home since he does live across the street. After a few moments of him and Jess exchanging numbers, he hugs her goodbye and heads to my car.

"So you and Jess eh?" I tease. His cheeks redden and he tries to hide his face. I just laugh at him.

"Oh shut up like you've never had a crush before. She's beautiful and I want to get to know her." He gushes.

"Alright, but I'm letting you know now that if you hurt her I will break your leg." I say slightly teasing but seriously at the same time. I park the car in front of my house and Niall thanks me for the ride and he heads into his house.

I walk into the house and it's empty. My mom must be working late today. I sigh and head upstairs to get a start on my homework. I finish one assignment and then I hear my phone ring. It's Harry.

Harry:Hey sorry I never got back to you on our plans. But if it's not too late, I was wondering if you wanna grab a bite to eat?

I check the time and it's only 4:30 so why not? Now that I think about it, I am pretty hungry.

Me:Uh it's fine and yeah we can grab something to eat. Where should I meet you?
Harry:I'll come pick you up.
Me:I perfectly capable of driving myself.
Harry:Why do you have to make things so complicated?Just text me your address and I'll be there in about 10 minutes.

I sigh in defeat and text him my address. I decide to touch up my makeup a bit and fix my hair. It was kind of cold outside so grab one of my favorite jean jackets. I get a text from Harry saying that he's here. I grab my purse and keys and head out the door. He gets off the car and opens the door for me.

As I get in the car I notice his attire. It's simple but he still looks so amazing. He's wearing all black and a beanie. I think he catches me staring because a smirk slowly starts appearing on his face.

"Like what you see?" He teases. I shake my head and pull out my phone and text my mom telling her I'm going out. It's kind of cold in his car and I shiver which he takes notice to.

"You cold?" I simply nod and he turns on the heater.

"Where are we going anyways?" I ask breaking the silence.

"It's one of my favorite cafés. I know you'll love it there. Plus it's quiet because hardly anyone from school ever goes there." He states. Within about seven minutes we get to the café and he parks the car. Harry comes around to my side of the car and opens the door for me. I thank him once again and we head inside.

Harry leads me to a small booth in the back and he sits across from me. A waitress comes with some menus and says she'll be back in a few to get our orders. I look over the menu and try to figure out what to get. Harry assures me that their sandwiches are the best here. Our waitress comes back with our drinks and we place our orders.

"So why did you want to hang out?" I ask Harry.

"Well I guess I want to get know you more. What are likes, dislikes, goals, etc? Just stuff about you." He answers.

"Well I live with my mom and we moved here to move on from our past, which I mentioned before. I want to study psychology and work with kids. I love reading and writing but I just never get the time. I hate math and people who walk slow. I also love taking pictures of random things like nature or people." I simply state. He nods his head.

"Tell me about your childhood."

"Well I didn't have much friends growing up just a few. I didn't really get along with many people. When I was about seven or eight my parents were starting to have problems but I didn't know what was going on back then. Then when I was about eleven my dad started drinking. He would constantly go out to bars and some days he wouldn't come home. He would sometimes come home with a beat up lip and bruised knuckles. My mom would send me upstairs and her and my dad would start arguing. He would threaten her and call her a slut or a piece of shit mom. She would yell back at him and he would get even angrier and start throwing and breaking anything he could grab. One time I remember going downstairs and seeing broken glass everywhere and my mom crying on the couch. I saw that her arm was bleeding and she told me to go back to bed. My dad continued to drink night after night then he ended up going to the hospital when I was fourteen and passed away a year later. After the funeral my mom didn't want to stay in that house and she found a great job here and so we moved to Washington. " I didn't realize I was crying until Harry reaches over the table to wipe away the tears.

"I'm so sorry Bea. I never realized how messed up your dad was. You and your mom deserved better. You didn't have a normal childhood and you had to grow up pretty quick." He says. I wipe my tears and our waitress comes and hands us our food.

Harry's pov

I didn't realized how similar Bea and I actually were until she started telling me more about her past. I look over at her and she's just eating her food and not looking at me. Maybe I shouldn't have brought that up but I want to get to know her more.

"So why don't you tell me more about you?" She questions.

"Uhh I don't really know what to say." I don't like talking about my past. I don't talk to anybody about myself or what I've been through. If I don't tell her anything she might just get up and leave so I open up to her just a little bit.

"Well I also live with just my mom and I don't speak to my dad nor do I know anything about him as of now. I love to write and read as well. I want to major in literature and give back to my mom." I simply state. I look at her reaction to see if this answer keeps her satisfied and by the looks of she does. 

We go on making small talk about the most random things. We finish our meals and then argue about who's going to pay.

"I'm going to pay for it, I'm the one who asked you to hang out anyways." I state and quickly grab the check before she can.

"Harry I can pay for my own meal. Let me at least give you the money." She huffs. I shake my head no and hand the check over to the waitress. She comes back with my card and I leave her a tip and we're own our way. Bea thanks me for the meal for what seems like the hundredth time.

The drive back to her house isn't long maybe just about twenty minutes or so. I don't see anybody home and I don't want to leave her alone.

"My mom is working the late shift today."

"Oh."

"Do you want to come in?" She whispers.

Author's note
Hey guys!! I know this is a sucky chapter but I just wanted to update because I haven't updated in so long. I hope you all are enjoying it so far! Sorry if there's any mistakes. (P.s Have you guys heard pillowtalk?! It's amazing!!) Anyways please vote and comment.