Gracie slipped on herlucky dress, a sleeveless cream laced dress, with a thin brown belt around the waist. She smiled. She didn't wear it often, usually when she really wanted to impress the guy. And she wanted Harry a run for his money.
She had to admit, Harry was a great guy. Cheeky and flirty, but sweet all the same. He was the guy everyone wanted to marry. It also helped that he was a piece of sex.
She unlocked her white iPhone, checking the good ol' weather in London tonight. Eek. Cold. She grabbed her navy blue blazer from her couch. The doorbell dinged, and she looked at the clock above her stove in the kitchen. 7 PM. Ah, right on time.
She plastered a smile on her face, and opened the green door, to reveal a smiling Harry, with his humongous hands in his pockets. She took a moment to look at him. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt, rolled up a bit, with a heart on the side that had Lover on it. He had dark-washed low slung jeans on. He also had on his beat up white converse on.
Damn. She was not prepared for that.
He smiled, flipping his hair, and smiling. But, he then looked at her, I mean really looked at her, and his jaw dropped.
Ding ding ding ding. We have a winner.
"Y-Y-. Gracie. You look amazing." he said, smiling, his dimples, appearing.
She smiled. "Not so bad yourself."
She quietly closed the door, as they headed down to the lift, and out her apartment building, and in front of her, sat an sleek, silver, Audi R8.
"Nice car." she commented, as he opened the passenger door, and she slid in.
He grinned, walking around, getting in the driver's side, as he turned the engine on.
"So where are we headed to?" she asked, looking at him. His eyes twinkled in the darkness, as he continued driving.
"Claw." he said, smiling.
Her jaw almost dropped. "Claw?! You have to have a reservation, like 6 months before!" she exclaimed.
"I have my ways." he grinned cheekily.
Soon enough, they had parked in front of the exclusive restaurant, and he opened the door for her leading her towards the door.
"Styles." he said, looking at the blonde-haired waitress and smiling. The waitress widened her eyes, but quickly recovered, nodding and leading the two to a secluded area, with only a few tables.
What the heck?
"Not bad, Styles, not bad at all." she commented, as the sat down, and she looked around the room.
"I know. I'm great aren't I?" He laughed, smiling cheekily.
"Hey... shh. Do you hear that?" she whispered, leaning forward.
"Hear what?" he whispered back, also leaning forward.
"It's the sound of your ego filling up the room." she shot, smiling.
He laughed, as he kicked her under the table, playfully.
She gasped, in mock hurt/ "I am going to smack you." she laughed, reaching over the table, to smack him, when he grabbed her wrist. Everything quieted down, and they looked each other in the eye. She got lost in those beautiful green orbs, that were just staring back at her, it was if everything melted away. It was crazy, what was happening really.
"Ooh, sorry was I interuppting something?" a voice said, and they broke away, faster than you can say cheese puffs.
"Oh no." Gracie said, smiling sweetly, just as Harry muttered a 'yes.'
She looked at him, and giggled. Oh god, she never giggled.
"Erm, okay. So are you ready to order?" the waitress, asked, clearly annoyed.
"Oh? Order? Erm.. okay." Gracie, said, looking at the menu quickly, clearly flustered.
"I'll just have spaghetti." she said, smiling.
"Erm, I'll have the chicken fettucini alfredo." Harry said, handing both menus to the waitress. She nodded, walking away.
"Uh.. so.. spaghetti, really?" Harry chuckled.
"What's wrong with spaghetti?" she frowned, not getting what it was about.
He shook his head. "Nothing, nothing."
"So, tell me about yourself." he said, smiling, his dimples, oh god those dimples, showing.
"Erm... I like to sing." she offered up.
His face lit up. "Really? I do too!"
She raised her eyebrows. "You do?"
"Yep. So you should sing for me!" he said, nodding his head enthusiastically.
She laughed, shaking her head. "No thank you."
"Aw come on."
"No."
"Pleaseeeee. Gracieeee." he whined.
"Nope."
"I beggg."
"No, curly fry."
"Well aren't you very nice." he sighed, crossing his arms, and pouting like a little girl.
"Awwwwww, no."
"If I sing, will you sing?" he proposed.
She smiled. Why not? "Fine."
He took a breath, and cleared his throat.
"Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderful
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought
Through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she,
Isn't she lovely,
Made from love"
She gasped, he was. He was amazing, almost undescribably really. Everyone around them had stopped whatever they were doing and listened. By the time he got to made from love, the only sounds there were, were the breaths everyone was taking. It was as if, when he sung, everyone listened. His voice was deep and velvety. He did this thing where he tilts his head, and half closes his eyes. The girls around them had a slightly glazed look, some actually have come halfway out of their chairs, but then Harry slumped back in his chair, and everyone carried on to what they were doing.
And in that moment, everything was forgotten. Superman, the letters, her singing for him, the boys. It was just Harry and Gracie.
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A/N
I wasn't supposed to post this chapter, but I just really felt like writing so here it is. :) Get me to 15 fans please. Also check out my new fanfic, The Engagement. It's a Liam one. Leave a comment below on what'd you think about this chapter!
The dress she wore is on the right. x
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Coffee House / 1D FIC
RomanceGracie Hartman is just trying to make it. She gave up everything, just to follow her dreams. She's a singer, and honestly a damn good one too. And someone else seems to think so too. She sings at a coffee house, and one day, that's when they came. L...
