Hey Angel. //h.s//

//Something About The Way You Look Tonight//

Grace's POV:

I have no clue what's going on, I'm too lost in the creature before me. Their lips moulded with mine; their hands around my waist, inching me closer and closer. My breath becomes shorter and I pull away gazing into the forest eyes. I take a gasp and suck in the air, releasing slowly as I my breathing regulates.

'Shit, everyone's staring at us' I say as I look around the room, seeing multiple eyes on us. He takes my hand and pulls me through the crowded room, out the door and into the crisp air. My shoulders shake as my lips chatter, with one swift motion Harry's coat was off his body and hanging over my shoulders, covering up my scantily clad body. Carrying my coat in his other hand, our fingers still intertwined, we walk down the road and leave the car. I was about to ask him, when he interrupts my thoughts by answering my non-existent question.

'I'll pick it up tomorrow morning' he says not looking at me. I have no control over where we go, he guides me through the night and I trust him. He comes to a halt at a small gate; his hand finds the latch and unlocks it. The gate creeks as the metal springs push backwards and the door is opened.

'Right over there' he points to a massive tree and we slowly stride over to it. I reach the tree and Harry sits down resting against the trunk. His shirt pushed up a little exposing the corner of his v line. He holds out his hand and I grab it, sitting down next to him on his left. I wrap the coat around my body in attempt to keep the warmth travelling around my body. He doesn't let go of my hand, as they rest in between us on the grass. I gaze up at the starry sky and smile, resting my head upon his shoulder. He doesn't shrug me off; he just lets me rest there. I'm not tired nor will I fall asleep. He kisses my temple and pulls my hair to the left side of my neck.

'Thank you for tonight' I mumble quietly.
'Why are you thanking me for tonight? The party was shit' he says bluntly.
'I didn't mean the party..' I trail off, hoping he'd catch my drift. He doesn't reply, he just nods his head and strokes my cheek.

I leave the conversation at that and stand up, he follows suit but before he could grab my hand I run away, well hobble due to my poor choice of footwear. Surprisingly I manage to hold myself well and run around the park, Harry chasing after me, finally wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around. He places me on the floor and twirls me round so I face him, the moon bouncing off his skin is my new favourite view.

We head out the park and back down the road to what I guess is his apartment. I don't object returning to his. He knows where I live now. He's broken and entered and then just plain broken. I'm just grateful for one more night away from reality.

I follow him up the concrete steps and he unlocks the door, entering the cold building we walk into the elevator as his long finger presses 4. The sliding doors and we stand side by side, my eyes scanning the tight space, his on the reflecting door in front. It stops and the door opens, we exit and his door is now before me. 4A. His fingers jingling the keys, his tipsy mind struggling to find the right key. Once the key was in the hole and twisted, the door clicked open and we stumbled into the room, with him tripping on his loose lace. He spun around so his back would hit the floor, his hand pulling my wrist with him. Falling on top of his chest; we lay on the cold, wooden floor, my chest against his as his eyes light up and lips curve into a smirk. I get off of him and straighten my skirt. With my eyes concentrating on the fabric, I didn't see the boy in front of me stand up.

As his long legs stalked into his kitchen, gesturing for me to follow. I undo the straps that wrapped around my ankles and placed my shoes together neatly by the door. He lets out a laugh as I realise his orbs are still on me. My cheeks now crimsoned, I give myself a slight fan before heading to the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen to see he is already preparing his oiled pan and batter mixture.