Hey Angel. //h.s//

//You Need Me, I Don't Need You.//

Grace's POV:

'Grace?'
'Yes Harry?'
'Will you go on a date with me?' I can't answer him, my throat has closed up with my mouth locked shut and the key thrown away.

The last time I went on a date was a year ago with Harrison, it wouldn't even be categorised as a date. He took me to a bar and I sat there watching him get drunk. He ended up kissing someone else in front of me and walking into the restroom with her. I just sat there at the bar; my tears threatening to spill as I saw the love of my life zip up his trousers as he exited the men's toilets, with her adjusting her tight red dress. I looked like a fool. I was a fool, for him. I let him get away with it, I told myself repeatedly that he was drunk and it was a mistake because he really loves me.

I had straightened out my white tight dress, he told me to wear this dress because it was his favourite. White was his favourite colour; from the white of his doctors coat, to the white of our walls, to each and every item of clothing that I owned, oh and the powder that stuck to his nose every day and night. He had said I looked innocent. I burnt it at soon as I got home. I got off my barstool and walked out, not looking back. I didn't drink anything, so I was able to get myself home safely, not that he cared. He just looked at me with a smug face, as if saying 'you silly little girl'. That was the first time he started doing drugs, he came home with white powder on his nostril. I didn't dare ask him, he would've shouted. All I did was wipe his nose discreetly when he passed out on the sofa. My saint was no longer here. Of course I had noticed it before, but this time I finally admitted it to myself. He looked like the devil had ripped his halo off, as he no longer needed them anymore. My poor saint was the antichrist and no one could save him.

I've known Harry for 2 weeks now; in that time we have kissed twice, I've worn his clothes, slept in his bed, sung with him, taken him to my favourite place that no one has been before, spoken about our families and oh I forgot, seen him topless. When we kiss, time freezes. The way his lips move in sync with mine, to the rhythm of a song, singing a melody to one another. His pink lips that mould perfectly with mine. Of course I'm never going to tell him this. I realise I've been thinking to myself for a long time now as Harry snapped me out of my trail of thoughts by waving his hand in front of my face. So I give him an answer, I just nod. His face lights up and his dimples are now engraved into his cheeks.

'So, you'll go on a date with me?' he smirks.
'Yes, I'll go on a date with you' seems he found the key. I smile to him and I go to the bathroom to 'freshen up'. As the door clicks shut and I lock it, I find myself staring into the mirror, smiling, I'm going on a date, one that doesn't consist of drinking or snorting. At this point my eyes are closed and my skin riddled with goosebumps, as my eyes slowly begin to open I see him in the reflection. His hazel eyes, staring back at me. His lips kinked upward in a deep smirk, laughing at me. His raven hair swept across his beautiful tanned face. I shake my head and the image of him goes, my saint flies away.

I grab the wash cloth that lay hung over the sink; I squirt the soap into it and rub it together. I then begin to cleanse my face and wipe away the remainders of last night. My face now fresh and clean, I walk to the door, unlocking it and stepping out.
'Grace, there's this party tonight. Would you want to go with me?' he asks sheepishly.
'Um, sure, who's party?'
'Max's, he's friends with Jack' he answers.
'Okay, well I suppose I should go home and shower. By that I mean, sleep. I'll meet you here at 7:30?' I laugh as I pick up my bag and begin to walk to the door. Harry agrees to the plan, twirling me around, I hug him goodbye.

I arrive at my flat after stumbling up a numerous amount of steps, I search for my keys in my leather bag, oh shit my clothes aren't in there. I'm seeing Harry later so hopefully I'll get them back then. As I feel them jingle beneath my fingers, I pull them out and miss the lock a few times before getting it in accurately. I enter the cold, dark apartment scanning the house for my intruder, he wasn't there. I smile slightly, as I feel safer with him not here. I still can't believe he found me. I stalk to my bathroom hoping to brush my teeth. The door was left wide open, I find the smashed mirror in my sink and on the floor, I hadn't cleaned it up. I remember his eyes piercing into mine as he stared at me through the mirror. I shake off the thought and splash my face with water, catching a bit of glass in my finger as I missed the tap with my eyes closed.

'Ouch' I say looking down at my finger,
'Looks like someone needs a doctor' I hear his voice behind me. I spin around quickly and face his smirk.
'I don't need you' I say quietly through clenched teeth,
'By the looks of that cut, yes you do' he laughs.
'I can handle it myself' I say sternly to him and again he laughs.

Harry's POV:

*Half An Hour Earlier*

I walk to my bedroom and find a bunch of clothes in a pile on my floor, oh she didn't, yeah she did. I laugh and pick them up, stuffing them under my arm and throwing them onto my bed. I enter my bathroom and hop into the hot shower, closing my eyes and thinking about last night. As the water dripped down my body I ran my fingers through my wet hair that now concealed half of my face and smiled as I thought about the pretty blonde that left a trace on my mind. I turn the nozzle and the water gradually stops and I wrap a towel around my waist, wandering around my apartment till I dried off. Once my body was bone dry, I amble into my bedroom and open my wardrobe. I pick out my black skinny jeans, with a white tee and my blue plaid shirt, pulling it off the coat hanger, I swung it around me and slipped my arms in the holes. As I exit my room I retrieve the clothes from the bed and carry them under my arm. I could make a stop to Grace's and then head to the party together. I pick up my keys and lock the door on the way out.

I climb into my Range Rover and turn on the engine as I pull out and drive away. I saw the building and looked around for a car parking space, nope. The shiny cars block the broken road as I eventually find one that I can barely fit into. I switch off the engine and open my door, again placing the clothes under my arm and locking it as I trudged up the cement steps. What was her last name?

Smith? No.
John? No.
Green? No.
None of the names suit her. So I press a random one and hope for the best.
John. Shit, not that one. Too late.

'Hello' the voice says down the intercom,
'Hi, I'm Harry. Do you know where Grace lives? She never told me her last name and I'm afraid I can't get in' I say hoping the man doesn't think I'm some sex fiend.
'Her last name is Lee, she lives in apartment 4A' he replies in a monotone, clearly he was not interested.
'Thank you, do you think you could buzz me in?' I ask sheepishly, not wanting to ruin the man's night even more than I probably already have. *Buzz*, well if he lets just anyone in without knowing them, fuck me I'd be scared to live here.

I open the door and enter anyway, the building was pretty from the inside with letters strewn on the floor from where post hasn't been collected and the walls were white with paintings hanging from them. The floor was a dark wood that was spread through the whole building; I notice the stairs in the corner and begin to head up them to the 4th floor. My cheeks turn a pink from being exhausted after walking those flights of stairs, I fan my face slightly as I walk up to her door.

'Ouch'
'Looks like someone needs a doctor'
'I don't need you'
'By the looks of that cut, yes you do'
'I can handle it myself'
'Doll don't be this way, let me help you'  That voice. He's in her apartment.

'I told you I don't need you' Grace's voice struggles out, at this point my left ear is held up against the wall as I try and listen in on the conversation.

'Listen you bitc-' I didn't let him finish the sentence, I was already in the apartment. My eyes were no longer the emerald green, they clouded over into a black state and now I was determined to find him. Her eyes widened as she saw me approach him quietly, he didn't take any notice as he thought it was her reaction to him, which earned a throaty laugh off of him. He raised his hand, her eyes streaming with tears as she awaited the hard slap, but it never came. Instead she fell to the floor on her own accord and buried her head in her chest. I had grabbed his wrist and flung him back into the wall.

'H-Harry?' she whimpers from the floor. I couldn't answer because he had already answered for me.

'Pretty boy'.