Hired for Harry Styles (EDITING)

Chapter 45

Harry's POV

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"Toilets," I whispered in Grace's ear, trying to make myself sounds as inviting as possible.
When she looked up at me in confusion, I bit my lip and spoke, "don't you think it's a bit public here?"

By the horrified and slightly betrayed look on her face, I think she's gotten the wrong end of the stick, so I tried again.

"Louis keeps making kissy faces at me and it's making me feel insecure." I just wanted her and on her own. Obviously I'd love to, but I wasn't planning on doing anything other than snogging her face off tonight, especially in the clubs toilets.

"Harry, you really can't wait?" She teased, turning away from me but purposefully staying close.

"You know I can't," I pressed my mouth to her ear, knowing I probably sounded like a horny teenager but I really couldn't help it.

She just turned around and smirked at me before turning back to everyone and dancing again.

Ughh..I felt myself become frustrated. These feelings had become so significant all of a sudden, it seemed like it for her too. This whole time I had told myself to keep feelings out of it but I couldn't help but feel the need to care for Grace. I couldn't help my lust for her and to be honest I didn't want to keep it from her any longer. It was a bad idea and I knew it but I couldn't hide it anymore.
I liked this new Grace. This sexy, seductive, naughty side of her. I saw the way she was dancing, looking straight at me across the dance floor. She wanted me to see her and I saw her alright. My god she looked amazing, her dress hugging her curves, just how I liked it. And when she laughed she looked so content, happy as ever. I hope I made her feel like that.

I just want to kiss her over and over again. There was only so much kissing we could do on the dance floor before it got too much but I couldn't help but want to continue it.

As the night carried on, I began to tire, giving up with the drinks and trying to get the perfect picture with Grace - which proved to be hard.

I really wanted to go home and I could tell that Grace wanted to also as we were both slouched in the booth watching everyone having fun. Her head rested on my chest and she was playing with the buttons on my blazer, my hand stroked her hair as I smiled to myself, not wanting to move. I wish I could click my fingers and we'd be on my sofa rather than in the club.

After about another five minutes, I leant down to her level and asked, "shall I get us a cab?"
As soon as I said it her head shot up and she sat up straight looking at me.

"Sorry, no, do you want to go? I'll stay if you want to stay. Sorry I'm being boring and holding you back." Her eyebrows were creased and I could tell she felt bad for keeping me sat with her.

"No, Grace honestly I'm knackered." I gave a small smile at her reaction. "Let's go." I started to stand up and she kissed me slowly, pulling away with a smile. God I could not wait to get home.

I smirked down at her, giving her a cheeky wink while extending my hand to give her a help up.

"Let's hope there's no traffic," I whispered as she stepped past me to say goodbye to everyone.

She turned back at me with her mouth open, a cheeky look in her eye.

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"Did you have a good night?" Grace asked as we were in the taxi driving home. The sun was rising and looked beautiful, giving the world a reddish tint.

"I actually did, you know. Wasn't sure I would when we turned up at your pals, but it ended well." I gave her a small smile as she laughed in agreement.