understanding.

chapter 6

Harrys P.O.V 

What the hell have I done? I paced around the room, running my fingers through my hair. Since when have I been the guy to have random outbursts? Suddenly I had an idea. I opened up my laptop and clicked on 'Google Chrome'. I searched her name. It took me a little while but I think I found out the location of her house. I pulled on a jacket and decided to drive my Dad's ute since he was  on business trip. I turned the key in the ignition and revved the engine. I sped off down the street and turned the corner. 

It was a 5 minute drive to get here and I havent gotten out of the car yet. I've been sitting here for over half an hour, contemplating my decision to knock on her door. 

"You know what? Stuff it. I'm going to go in there and apologize." I encouraged myself. 

I jumped out of the car and slammed the door shut. I crossed the road and rang the bell.

"Hello." A woman answered.

"Hi, my name is Harry, I was wondering if Gracie was available?" I asked. 

"Um, not at the moment no." She hesitated. 

"I came here to apologize." I stated, desperation clear in my eyes.

"Alright, wait here." She sighed. 

I heard footsteps and then the front door opened again.

"Hi." She looked at the floor.

Even with an oversized jumper, leggings and puffy red eyes, she still looked beautiful.

"Hey." I replied.

"You came here because...?" She questioned.

"Oh right, well am truly sorry for what I said, it was just a heat-of-the-moment kind of thing and I know you might not forgive me, but I just wanted to apologize." I stated honestly.

"Ok." She choked out.

"Hey, whats wrong?" I leant in to hug her but she pushed me away.

"Please go." She pleaded.

"I am not leaving you here in this state." I gestured towards her fragile body.

"Yes you are, now leave." She begun to cry.

"Shhh, I'm so sorry, so so sorry." I hugged her and this time she let me. 

She gripped my shirt and cried into my shoulder. I picked her up, bridal style, and lead her into the living room. I sat her carefully on the couch while I grabbed her a glass of water. She calmed down and I was finally able to speak to her.

"I feel like theres something important that your not telling me." I said concerned.

"Yeah." She mumbled against my shoulder.

"Do you want to tell me? Or..?" I trailed off, not wanting to push her.

She sniffed and blew her nose before she sat up straight and looked at me dead in the eyes.

"You asked for this," She warned.

"When I was around 2 - 3 years old my Dad started to drink, like a lot. Every night he used to come home and say hurtful, horrible things to my Mum and I. It almost became a daily routine. I came home from school, helped my Mum clean and then Dad would come home. But their was a problem surfacing. When he came home, when I was about 7 - 8 years old, things became more physical. He used to hit, slap or punch my Mum in the most cruel ways and one day my Dad came home when Mum hadn't arrived yet. He asked me where she was, but I didn't know so he assaulted me. He threw punches in every direction whilst yelling that noone liked me, which is why I was so upset when you said that you didn't like me" She paused and tears welled up, "But he threw the last punch which finally knocked me out." She sobbed.

It was heartbreaking, seeing such a strong girl become so fragile and vulnerable. I felt so guilty. None of this would've happened if I had kept my mouth shut. I was the worst best friend in the world.

Her wet tears soaked my t-shirt but I didn't care. At least she trusted me enough to tell me about this. We sat like this for ages, me holding her, her crying into my shoulder. To think that her own father would do something to cause her this much pain is disgusting. She doesn't deserve this, she deserves much better. 

"Look at me." I tilted her chin up to face me. 

"You are worth it." I stated. 

Gracies P.O.V

"You are worth it." He stated.

This was all it took for me to crash my lips into his. He was shocked at first but went along with it. I pulled apart and smiled up at him. He smiled back and pecked me on the lips.

"I'm sorry Gracie, but I have to go." He announced, guilt shed behind his words.

"It's fine." I lied. 

"Do you want to meet up at Cafè Morrie tommorow?" He asked.

"Sure." I smiled.

We walked to the front door and I kissed him gently before pushing him slightly out the door.

"If you don't leave now, I'm going to find it extremley hard to stop kissing you." I giggled.

"Then I won't leave." He replied cheekily.

"Go." I laughed.

"Fine, I'll see you tommorow." He pecked my lips once more before rushing to his car. 

I closed the door behind me and started to question where we actually stand in a relationship. I know I like him more than what I'm supposed too, but I have a sneaky suspicion that he likes me too. Today has been a literal rollercoaster. At least we finished on a high. I smiled to myself and checked my watch. 2:00 am?! I need to go to bed if I want to have a happy day with Harry tomorrow. I drifted off to peaceful sleep. 

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I woke up with butterflies in my stomach. It took me a second to register what happened last night. I smiled to myself and decided to get ready. I jumped out of bed and hopped in the shower. I got dressed and added a minimal amount of makeup before fixing my hair.

*DING DONG*

"I'll be down in a sec!" I yelled.

I grabbed my purse and checked myself in the mirror once more before heading downstairs. I opened the door to see Harry.

"Hello beautiful." He smiled.

"Stop making me blush, you jerk." I smacked him.

He laughed and hugged me tight.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

"Sure am." I replied.

A/N

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