Sunnyvale H.S

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Grace's p.o.v

I sat on Harry's couch, peter sitting to the left of me. I didn't have a clue what I was going to tell my mother, she was going to be furious.
If she was to find out I had been with harry, she was bound to know something was wrong.

Harry walked in, a blanket and two pillows in his arms. He handed them to Peter, who thanked him and smiled weakly.

"Are you gonna be alright here?" He asked him and peter nodded, placing the pillow at one end of the couch.

"Ill be just great. Thanks for helping me out mr styles."
Harry smiled at him and began to walk away.

"Call me harry, peter."
Peter just nodded, as Harry took my wrist in his grasp and walked us towards the hallway.

"Toilets at the end of the hall peter!" He called out and peter shouted a quick okay back.

"What is all this about harry?" I asked when we reached his room.
I placed my hands on my hips as Harry stood in the doorway of his bedroom.

"What?"
I watched as he moved around the bed, fixing pillows by his headboard.

"You were supposed to take us both home."
He sighs before replying, his tone remaining blunt.

"Sorry I must have got a bit confused, when I had to take Bucky and Steve home too."
I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to hide my frustration. It wasn't working very well.

"Harry they're my friends, and my bosses. Are you not happy for me?"

He scoffed before replying.
"Grace, of course I'm happy for you. But I'm not happy with him. Something isn't right about him."

"He's perfectly normal," I sighed, running a hand through my tatted hair.
I was bored of talking about this. It seemed as though since I brought him up, harry hasn't been able to let him go.

"He's a nice guy. He treats me wonderfully, and I'm positive they would never hurt me."
Harry sat down on the edge of the bed, and slid his Chelsea boots off from his feet.

"No grace. You don't get to decide that. How do you know he isn't going to hurt you?"
My eyebrows furrowed. Why was he so concerned about Bucky? What was his problem? Was it jealously?
He didn't have much to say about Steve, it was just constantly, Bucky this, Bucky that, blah blah blah.

"I didn't come here to be lectured by you. You should have just let me go home."

I watch as Harry stands up from the bed, and throws his shoes onto a rack, in the corner of the room.

"You and I both know you would much rather be here. I did you a favour." His voice began to raise, which made my heart race a tiny bit faster. He was distracting me, but I wasn't going to cave in so easily.

"Shouting at me like this isn't a favour," I spat back.
He looked at me angrily, his eyes darkening to a dull green.

"You've been acting like a dick to him all night, when he hasn't done anything at all to you. What exactly has he done to make you so angry?" I started getting annoyed, my arms resting firmly across my chest, waiting for an answer.

"You don't even give him a chance to do anything nice or bad," I stated as Harry walked towards me, his finger pointed straight.

"He keeps calling you doll, he lingers his touch every god damn time he touches your skin. He fucking does it all in front of me, and you're completely oblivious to see what he's doing. He's purposely doing it Grace. Even Steve caught on."
I let out a loud laugh, the anger bubbling inside me.

He really didn't care for how nice Bucky was to me. He was completely jealous of him.

"What? It's because you're fucking jealous isn't it Harry, because you don't care about Steve, do you? Because Steve didn't seem intrigued by me at all. You're jealous of Bucky."

Harry laughed loudly, his face forming to a stern look seconds later.
"I'm not jealous. He's a creep who keeps calling you doll, when you're 17 may I add?!"
Harry's voice had raised a significant amount, so I began shouting back at him.

"You're jealous. You're 25 harry! There's not much fucking difference is there?"

Harry paused, his eyes fixated on me. For the first time in weeks, I didn't feel intimidated by his glare. I usually did, but I felt stronger now.
His soft tone took me by surprise as he spoke to me.
"And he doesn't care about you the way I do. He doesn't look at you the way I do. He doesn't want you the way I do. So next time I'm there and he calls you doll, he'll fucking regret it."

His words took me by surprise, the tone of them completely different to the softness in his voice.
He wouldn't ever physically hurt somebody for me, but the idea of it was bad enough.

"I mean it Grace. He better keep to himself and quit acting like that. I made a promise to you id look after you. I know you're friends now but if things get weird, tell me."

I sighed, finally breaking up whatever we just went through. I walked towards him and took the pillow out of his arms. He pulled me into his arms and I hugged him tightly. His large frame bent over me, his chin resting on my head, and my arms linked around his long torso.
I squeezed my eyes closed and he placed a light kiss to my forehead.

"I'm sorry. Can this be the last time we bring him up? I don't like talking about it." I sighed as Harry nodded, swaying us gently in the centre of the room.
I moved my arms from his waist and gripped a hold of the pillow, that was in his arms ten minutes prior.

"Goodnight harry," I whispered as I walked out of his room, and into the spare across the hall.

My heart felt heavy as I puffed up the pillows at the top of the bed. I hadn't had a chance to fully look around since I got here, and I felt quite taken aback.

The spare rooms walls were painted a soft lilac and white, lampshades to match the walls. There was a single bed in the middle of the room with three pillows at the top, and clean, untouched sheets lay flat across it.

Sighing, I swung my legs into the bed and rested my head on the pillow. I had no clue what I was going to tell my mother when she was wondering where I was. I could lie, yet where would I say I was? She didn't even know I had met peter again, and she definitely didn't know I had a job.

I shut my eyes, blocking out the thoughts, and attempted to sleep.
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