Minding Grace

17: Played with myself, where were you?

Harry found he was shaking as he followed Grace towards his bedroom, having no idea how his night had come to end like this.

He'd been on cloud nine ever since he'd kissed Grace and was both nervous and hopeful of where it was going to go from there.

What was going to happen to him now?

It was Lucy's word against his and of course her family would take her side.

Was Grace going to go to the police now?

Would he go to jail or be kicked out of the country?

What would his mum think?

Maybe if he had just gone out with Lucy, this would never have happened.

He walked behind Grace, watching her clench and unclench her fists as she walked, her tiny body radiating such anger he could feel it coming off her in waves.

She reached Harry's bedroom door and stopped short of walking in, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply before entering, Harry following behind her.

"Shut the door," Grace instructed him.

Harry closed the door behind them both and stood rooted to the spot, too afraid to move.

"Did you do it?" Grace asked him, seeing no point of beating around the bush, "did you do what she said?"

"God no," Harry's eyes widened, and he took a couple of steps towards Grace, "I never touched her, I swear Grace, I never did!" he implored, "I've never like her in that way and when I tried to tell her again tonight..." he trailed off, his eyes beginning to fill with tears.

Grace said nothing, she simply stood and listened to Harry.

"Especially..." he paused, "especially after what happened between us tonight..." he said quietly.

Grace felt her body flush as she recalled Harry's lips on hers but shook the memory from her mind, she had something much more important to tend to.

"Do you believe me?" Harry asked quietly, a touch of fear in his voice, "you have to believe me Grace..."

Harry watched Grace begin to pace back and forth across his room, her fingers massaging her temples.

"I do believe you Harry," Grace said, "I just don't want to believe that she would be capable of lying about such a thing either."

Harry could understand where she was coming from, but all he cared about right now was clearing his name against Lucy's accusations.

"You asked me to trust you," he reminded her, "why did you ask me that?"

Grace stopped pacing and sighed, before looking at Harry.

"Before I tell you, this isn't here because of you," she said, "it was here long before you came along, I just never got rid of it..." she was wringing her hands together nervously as she began to walk over to his side of the room, "maybe we should sit..." she suggested.

Harry slowly walked over and sat down on his bed, waiting for Grace to join him.

"No, maybe I should stand..." she bit her lip as she stood in front of him.

Harry looked up at her, waiting for her to speak, no idea what was going to come out.

Grace took a deep breath before she spoke.

"This used to be the girls bedroom," she began, "couple of years ago..." she waved her hand around in a vague motion, "anyway, something...happened.   They..." she stopped again, her hand on her mouth before she continued, "something...it doesn't matter but then I had a nanny camera installed in here..." she trailed off.