My Heart Will Go On. Harry Fanfic.

My Heart Will Go On. Harry Fanfic. Chapter 2.

Chapter 2.

Grace's POV.

Wow. This is a really generous offer, Harry Styles of One Direction wants to see me again? Me? It's sounds ridiculous.

"are you sure that would be a good idea?" I ask in concern.

Harry takes a quick glance at the lads and the girls before taking a gentle grip of my arm and leading be out of the room into the vacated hall.

He runs his index finger and thumb along his chin while his other hand is deep in his front pocket. He takes a deep breath. I look at him puzzled.

"Yes, I really do think this is a good idea. I wouldn't of said it if I didn't think so, Grace." Harry exhales. "even though I've only just met you and knew you for what? Five minutes?" He jokes. I giggle lightly. "you just seem different to any other girl i've met and you've proven that to me in this short time." a smile appears a the corner of his sweet lips. "I just don't want to miss a chance when I see one because usually they never come around often for me." he almost whispers.

Wow, I've made him feel this way? This is just so much to take in. I mean there is so much to think about, what if this worked out? How would the press, Harry's fans and even my life take it? Could it turn ugly? But he is whiling to take a chance and taking chances do come with risks but am I brave enough to take risks?

"You're being really quite, are you okay?" Harry ask, slight worry present to his sexy husky voice.

I shake my head. "Yes. Sorry, I'm just swimming around my thoughts." I blush.

A soft laugh escapes Harry's lips. "Don't be. I know this might be a lot to take in for you. I bet you didn't expect anything like this." he continues laughing.

I nod. "Yeah, you caught me off guard." I laugh but with my heart pounding against my chest.

"Look, what about we meet tonight? Just talk about this when we both have time on our hands." Harry bits his lip nervously.

Why is he nervous? He's the pop star here. Oh my.

"so have a date talking about a date?" I laugh at my ridiculous question.

Harry looks down, a cheerful laugh coming from inside. He joins his eyes with mines once again. Wow, takes my breath away every time but I hide it.

"Yeah, I guess you can say that." he smiles almost cheekily.

It wouldn't hurt to try, would it? It's only one innocent date, maybe two but that is it.

"I guess. I mean there is no harm in talking." I smile.

Harry's smile widened, making his perfect white teeth show.

"Really? That's great! Thank you, [YN]." Harry exclaimed while placing his hands on my waist and pulling me into a tight hug.

He must really have a good feeling about me if he's acting like this. I stop thinking for a moment and saver this moment being in Harry's arm, in inhale his sent, his aftershave mixed with his own sent, it almost made me melt. I finally pull myself back into reality and pull away. I smile brightly.

"so particular time for you?" I ask.

"well this show finished at.." Harry starts but it's cut off my one of the boys shouting his name. "damn. Erm.. What about seven?" he asks eagerly.

"Seven is perfect." I reply quickly with a smile. "can't wait." I add.

"Oh, I can't describe how much I can't wait." he beams. "but right now we've both got to be somewhere." he laughs while grabbing my hand and leading me back into the VIP hall. My heart skips a beat when his skin touches mine. "Oh yeah, before we go back in." Harry stops us both outside the double blue painted doors. He goes to his back pocket a takes his phone out. "I need to give you my number." he smiles shyly. I couldn't help but giggle "of course." I smile and fish my phone out of my bag. I hand him my phone and he dials his number in then presses call. Suddenly his phone lights up, my number appears. "I'm the guy, I should be the one calling you." he smiles at the ground. Wow he's such a gentleman. I place my index finger under his chin and pulled his head up. "I'll be awaiting your call." I wink while entering the room again and Harry soon followed.