Hey Angel. //h.s//

//A Little Death//

Harry's POV:

I escorted her out the building, opening every door for her, even the car door. I turn on the engine for the second time tonight and get into gear, driving away from her apartment. My focus on the road was hazed as I couldn't stop looking at the blonde next to me, in her black outfit. My face turned to a smirk and I gripped the wheel tighter, shifting in my seat. I was positive the skinny jeans were a good idea at the time. As the journey goes on, the comfortable silence began filling the car. My eyes drift from the road to the girl next to me, whose fingers are fiddling with the rim of her skirt.

Finally we reached Max's place, you knew it was his because of the shitty music blaring through cracked open windows. I open my door and walk round to the other side, opening the passenger's door and holding out my hand for Grace to grab. I escort her to the entrance of the smoke filled house, we came to a halt whilst I question whether she wants to continue on. Nodding, we step over the threshold. I remove my jacket, taking hold of hers also, laying them down on top of the others that rested on the sofa arm.

'Stay with me' I say sternly, linking our fingers together and keeping her close to my body, leading her behind me through the crowd of sweaty people. I pull her into the kitchen and pour us both a drink, tonight's going to be a long night. She carefully takes the red cup from my hand and I watch as she puts it to her lips and her head lifts upwards. I follow her action by doing the same, having the strong, burning taste of the alcohol as the aftermath. With the drinks still in our hands, we head through to the what I presume is the living room, bodies grinding, people socialising, music playing.

'Harry!' I hear from the masculine voice from behind me. Oh shit, Max. With his dark brown hair and hazel eyes, he was a tall, bulky and walking towards pulling a black haired girl with him.

'Harry glad you came!' he slurred out.

'Yeah me too' I lie to the drunken man before me. He looks to my left at Grace, whose eyes were scanning the room, watching everyone intently. My left arm instantly snakes around her waist closing the small gap between our bodies.

'I know you, you're Harrison's girl' he smirked. Grace's body tensed as the words slip from his mouth.

Grace's POV:

'I know you, you're Harrison's girl' I tense.

'I haven't been for a long time' I mumble out to the drunken couple in front of me.
'That's not what he's telling people' Jack slurs, Harry's grip tightens around me and I squeeze his hand, signalling that his hand was hurting me. His hand loosened but was not removed from my waist. How did Jack know Harrison?

'And what exactly has he been saying?' I question. 

'He says that his doll is waiting for him in their big white bed' the black haired, glossed lip girl replied for him. Wait, how many people know him here? I presume Jack is another 'friend' of his.

'Harry, does Max sell coke?' I whisper into his ear. He gives me a discreet nod and our faces return to the couple. Max's fingers now wrapped around a cigarette, with the raven haired girl's hands holding a red lighter that sets it alight. He takes a puff and blows it into our faces; I inhale it through my mouth and begin coughing as it fills my lungs.

'And how do you know Harrison?' I turn and ask the familiar looking girl, she lets out a chuckle at my question,

'Do you not remember me? Now that's really sad' a smirk now plastered on her pale face. I shake my head and that's when she tells me.

'I'm his sister.' She replies flatly. No, it can't be.

'Bella' I say in utter disbelief, she nods and Jack wraps his arm around her waist, spinning her round and plastering a kiss on her red lipglossed lips. A moan elicits from her lips and we take this as our cue to leave.