Sunnyvale H.S

11

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The sun beamed through the window and shone onto Harry's face.
He slowly opened his eyes, his room coming into view. The television hung from the wall at the bottom of the bed, switched off, with the remote laying on the floor.
His window was open, cold air blowing through and enveloping him.

Grace woke to darkness surrounding her. Harry's jumper was wrapped around her body, draping down to reach the middle of her thighs.
She definitely didn't want to give him it back.
It had a slight scent of him, a scent of vanilla mixed with his cologne he usually wore.It was a weird smell, which was quite feminine but Grace adored it.
It was a warm jumper, perfect for the cold weather.
No wonder Harry liked it so much.

"Grace!"
She was sick of hearing her mother's tone cut through her each morning.
"What?"
She stood up quickly and threw her hair into a bun.

She quickly threw the jumper over her head and picked up a different shirt. Pulling shorts up her legs, she checked herself in the mirror before running down to Avery.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going soon. I have told Dr Hiddleston that you will be earlier than usual."

"What why?"

"Because Grace. I need you out of here sooner. I can't trust you to lock the door and make sure everything is locked up."

"Mother. I'm 18 in two months. Surely, I can be trusted."

"Fine. I'll re-dial Dr Hiddleston and say the meeting should be normal time."

"Okay mother. I'm going to shower."

"Good. Harold will be here in 20 minutes."

Grace walked up the stairs a smirk playing on her lips. Was she that clueless to see what was going on with Harry? She was completely oblivious to the fact that Dr Hiddleston didn't have meetings with her too.

The light shone into her bedroom, and directly into the bathroom, reflecting onto the mirror. Grace stripped off before climbing into the shower, and letting the hot water run over her body.

Thoughts of Harry came to mind. The way he kissed her, and held her closely when they did kiss. He was so passionate about everything, and his lips were soft and pink.
She couldn't stop smiling as she scrubbed her skin clean.
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"Harold's here!" Avery yelled out as she stepped out of the shower, and walked into her bedroom.

"Okay. Have a good day at work mother!"

She could hear footsteps approaching and instantly knew her mother had already left.

"Harry! I'm in a towel get out!" She yelped as he walked in.
"Do you not remember the first time we met?"
She laughed and pushed his shoulder down so he sat on the bed. He landed with a smirk on his face.
"Yeah I do remember and thats the closest you're getting."

She stood in front of him a judging look in her face.
"What if you want more."
"That's different."

He sighed and placed his hands over his eyes, blocking himself from seeing Grace.
"Get changed then."

She laughed and walked over to the chest of drawers beside her bed.
She pulled out an oversized shirt and a pair of black jeans.

"I'm getting changed in the bathroom," she teased and walked away.
She dropped her towel before walking into the bathroom with her clothes.

"Don't take ages!" He called out to her.

She rolled her eyes and lifted her shirt up. Her underwear fell onto the floor, yet her bra didn't.