Saving Grace

Harry Pt, 3

HARRYS POV:

I hadn't talked to Grace since Wednesday... And boy did I want to. I needed to talk to her more then anything. I needed to let her hear me out and tell her I was there for her and I didn't mean what I said. But she probably didn't even want anything to do with me. For fucksake, I called her psycho.

But now it's Friday and I have that event to go to. Hopefully I know someone there or I can get shitty drunk and atleast attempt to forget about it. Even though I know that's not the best thing.

The event starts at 7 and it's 6:30 right now. I'm already showered I just need to get dressed.

My tux is all black and it fits kinda tight but there's really nothing I can do about it. I look in the mirror and leave.

When I arrived, I was taken to the red carpet and a ton of people were taking pictures. It's no celebrity even but they hire photographers anyways, cause it's a big deal in the business world apparently.

I kept seeing all these people with dates and a hint of jealousy creeped through me. I wish things wouldn't have turned out like how they did. I probably would have asked her to come with me, and she'd probably look so beautiful.

As if my mind was playing tricks on me, I look behind me and there she was. She looked absolutely gorgeous, black dress, black heels, she was beautiful. Her eyes met mine and I my blood ran hot when I saw a man on her arm.