Sunnyvale H.S

38

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Grace's P.O.V

My eyes wondered across the lights as we finished our food. This was the sweetest thing I had ever seen. Harry made me understand what it was like to be in love. He made me feel loved, and safe, and it was something I was so scared of losing.

I looked up to see Harry's eyes drifting across the room. I watched him in awe, as his eyes skimmed the lights on the ceiling.

"They really did this place up didn't they?" he laughed, and I smiled at his amazement.

"I thought you booked it?" I asked, and his eyes came to meet mine.

"I did. I just told them to make it fancy as fuck," I laughed loudly as he explained to me.

"I've loved it Harry," I smiled, as he stood up from the table.

"I'm glad baby," he walked around the curve of the table, and towards me. His hands snaked around my waist as I stood, and he kept a soft grip on my hips.

"Do you want to come back to my place, or yours?"he asked, his lips hovering over mine.

"I don't care. Just as long as you're with me."

He smiled, and placed his lips on my forehead. His lips lingered on my head, and I snaked my arms up to his curly hair. My fingers slid through the smooth curls, and I rested my forehead on his.

"Should we get going then?" he asked, and I nodded slightly, our foreheads still touching.

"Yeah. Lets go,"

I kissed his lips gently, before we pulled apart completely. My fingers slipped into his, as we walked out of the room.

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As we left, rain began to fall. The sky was completely pitch black, and I shivered under Harry's arm. He noticed almost instantly, and wrapped his arm tighter around my shoulders.

I pecked his cheek, and he blushed adorably. The car sat in front of us, and we were quick to jump into it.

"My place?" he asked, and I nodded.

"I need to pick up some clothes first. I only have this dress and yesterday's clothes," I say, and he nods, before turning the car into ignition.

The journey was full of laughter as we talked about childhood memories, some of which Peter was involved in. Harry told me stories about his childhood and growing up around the infamous Peter Quill. I smiled fondly at his stories of how he used to do karate when he was 5,but he dropped out because he was scared of the older boys. Most of his stories were cut short by him erupting into laughter.

I laughed along, happiness radiating from my pores.

We pulled into my driveway, and I was quick to undo my belt.

"I'll be fast," I said, sliding out of the car. Harry nodded and flashed me a smirk, before I shut the door in his face.

I ran up the pathway, and was quick to open the front door.

I stumbled in, throwing my shoes down before I stepped onto the laminate flooring. A voice distracted me from going any further.

"Where are you going Grace?"

I span on my heel to see Avery sat on the sofa, a glass of wine in hand. A confused look was set onto her face, and her hair was scraped back.

"I'm staying in my friends tonight," I said and she rose from her position on the couch.

"What is this friends name?" I paused for a minute, before blurting out the first name that came to mind,

"Olive," I muttered and her eyebrows raised in disbelief.