Sunnyvale H.S

7

Grace sat at home in her room. Harry had gave her a ride back to her house, where a very concerned Avery had stood outside. Her brows were tightly knitted together as Grace wave happily from her position in the car.

"Care to tell me why you're so late?" She questioned, holding a stern expression between the two.

"Sorry Avery. I tried to rush her home as quickly as I could. Her meeting with Dr. Hiddleston was extended so they could thoroughly discuss things with each other."
Grace didn't dare look at Harry, she knew the second she did she would start laughing.

"It's not a problem Harry. Yet a brief note or message would have been a lot simpler and better for me."

"Won't happen again Mrs Lancaster."

Her eyebrow arched and he smiled his most pleading smile he could muster.

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He had no idea what he was doing. He had no idea why this girl was invading his mind, and how he could stop her. She was wonderful in every way imaginable. It made him feel hazy the way she had so much power over him. Harry was usually the one who had more dominance than others. And the fact that Grace was overtaking his mind made him feel like it was a challenge. As though he just had to win the battle.

It was now Wednesday, and he had taken Grace to the wheat field almost a week ago.

Harry sat in his office, flicking through his folders. Grace's folder sat open on his lap. He hadn't read it yet as he wanted to allow Grace to show who she was. The description doesn't determine the person that she is, and he wanted her to show herself without the documents.

The door opened and Dr. Hiddleston walked in. He placed two folders on top of the desk and sat on the couch facing Harry's.

"Morning Mr. Styles," he smiled when Harry looked up to greet him.

He stood up and shoved the folders into the bottom drawer.

"Thanks Hiddleston."

They both walked out the door and down the corridor, towards the kitchen.

"How is it with Grace?"

Hiddleston's thick british accent was prominent as he spoke.

"It's been good, she's a good kid."
He nodded before replying.

"She's been through a lot, if I couldn't help her, I know that you would be the best option for her."

"Always so kind."

Harry pushed his shoulder as they walked into the kitchen and walked to the coffee machine.

Dr. Hiddleston was somebody that everybody could look up to. He was total gentleman to everybody, something that Harry definitely couldn't be.

Harry wasn't as polite. He had a bad temper when it came to most things.

Once Harry had made his cup of coffee, he said goodbye to Dr. Hiddleston and walked back to his room.

The room may have been empty but his mind definitely wasn't. His mind was filled with Grace's voice saying his name over and over. He didn't like it when she called him sir and doctor, it made him think of her in other ways, ways he probably shouldn't be thinking of.

A sigh fell from his lips as he sat in his desk chair. He had to speak to her about calling him that. It was a distraction for both of them. He was due to pick her up in 20 minutes, and he hadn't left yet. He wasn't supposed to feel nervous about seeing her, so why did he?

He pulled on a black knitted jumper over his shirt before walking out into the cold morning air. Cold air seeped through the gaps of his jumper and wrapped around him, making him shiver.

Harry unlocked his car and jumped in quickly, twisting the key into ignition. He had to get there quickly or their meeting would be late. He wanted all the time he could get with her.

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"Grace it's 11PM wake up. You're going to be late."

Grace groaned and rolled over in her bed. She pulled the red duvet up to her face and screwed her eyes tighter shut.

"Doctor Styles will be here shortly. Get up Grace. I need to leave for week in approximately 10 minutes."

Avery was the only person she had ever known to use the approximately in a sentence and she would probably  be the last person she would ever hear using it.

"I'll get up in a minute can you leave my room please mother."

Avery placed her hands on her hips and stared down at Grace. She was in a teal blouse and a navy blue skirt to match. The last time she had worn actual comfortable clothes must have been years ago.  Her clothes fully matched her personality. Strict.

"He will be here shortly. I need to leave soon, so the door will be left open for him to come in. Make him a beverage before you set off again dear."

She bent down and kissed Grace's cheek.
She had her hair in a high ponytail today, with a pen stuck through the middle. It tickled Grace's face as she bent down.

She was always working, sometimes for months on one course. But she was doing all she could to have the house and she was an outstanding mother to Grace when she was younger.

After Avery had kissed Grace's temple, she walked to the door and shut it behind her.

Harry had been on Grace's mind since the wheat field trip. She knew she shouldn't think of him the way she was, it would only hurt her, like every boy would- according to her mother.

There was something so intriguing about Harry. The way he walked, talked, dressed, all of his mannerisms. He was beautiful inside and out.

"Grace I'm leaving now! I'll call you when I'm home, your key is on the side!"
Avery shouted up to Grace whilst she still lay still in the bed.
She was out all day at a meeting and she had to travel for it. Grace was positive that she would be gone for several hours.
She thought about cancelling on Harry and spending the entire day in bed, relaxing. But she knew that would be a bad idea and that she wanted to see Harry anyway.

She lay there the image of Harry burning into her head. She just couldn't get him out of her mind. Her eyes started to close as she lay still. The room was quiet and peaceful and still fairly dark.

She dozed off as the front door opened.
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