Sunnyvale H.S

10

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Grace rested her head on the velvet cushion, a sigh escaping her lips. Harry lay down behind her, his arm tightly secured around Grace's waist. His head was buried into the crook of her neck and Grace's arms were placed over his.

The television made little noise as the credits to Me Before You began to play. It was quiet but Grace didn't mind, her thoughts were keeping her company.

"Paris looks nice."
Harry mumbled into her neck as the main character sat in a cafe in Paris.

"Yeah. Paris does look nice."
"Have you ever wanted to travel anywhere Grace?"
"Italy."
"Italy?
"I've wanted to go since I was 7"
"Any reason in particular?"
"I don't know it just seems like a nice place. I'd like to live there."
"Fair play."

Harry twirled a finger around a loose curl in Grace's hair as he spoke
"You know. I could always take you to Italy."
"That's mental Harry."
"It's not."
"You cant do that."
"Why not Grace?"

He waited for a reply but she didn't answer.
"Why not?"
"Because Harry. What would I tell my mother?"
"That you're going on holiday."
"You know I can't. She'll go insane."
"But you want to. Why not do what you want."
"Because I promised her when I was little."
He stroked the side of her face with his thumb.
"Promised what?"
"I promised that as long as she was happy, I would do what had to be done."
He paused before replying.
"Does she not care about your happiness?"
"You know that's not what I meant."
"Grace do something for yourself. You deserve a break."
"I don't deserve anything Harry."
"Don't say that. You know that isn't true."
"If it wasn't true then she wouldn't leave me here every day to work. My dad wouldn't have left me and abandoned any love I had ever felt. I wouldn't have to go to a stupid fucking centre and speak to people I don't want to about issues that mean fuckall to them."
"Grace-"
"No Harry. It's true. I don't understand why you're still here. Why you want to hear any of the bullshit issues that got thrown at me."
She sat up quickly and slipped out from his grasp, and walked towards the kitchen. He quickly followed her, not backing down from what he was saying.
"Everyone leaves. Everyone. Please don't promise me something if you don't mean it."
Her voice cracked as she allowed her emotions to show, her true feelings about all the fucked up things in her life.
He wanted nothing more than to hold her, to let her know it would be okay and that he had her and that he could fix her. She was covered in scars, mental scars, that worn down and sometimes outshone the beauty of her. But he could see through the hurt, and he wanted to fix her.

"I'm not going to leave Grace. I want to help you. I want to be with you all the time, the good and the bad. I know that it's hard. I'm sorry that I scared you like that."
She nodded and looked to the ground.
He placed his thumb and forefinger to her chin and raised it so she looked at him.
"Grace I would give you the world."
She felt frozen, as though she couldn't say anything back to him. So she decided to use her actions rather than  words.
She leaned into him kissed his lips, silencing him.
His slid his hand down her side and rested above her hip bone. Harry tilted his head to kiss her deeper, and reached his free hand to her cheek. His teeth gently bit down into her bottom lip, rendering a moan from Grace.
"Jump," he whispered to her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he supported her ass.

Their lips joined again as her hands found their place in his hair. Desperation seeped between the two of them as Harry's jumper was thrown onto the floor, which caused their reddened lips parted for a few seconds.

His jumper was tossed onto the floor before Grace pulled him back towards her. She hadn't felt a need like this before, and it was a strange feeling. Yet she liked it and didn't want him to stop.