At 11:59 // h.s

Chapter 22

-Harry-

"Grace?" She looked like she just saw a ghost. Her phone was on the floor and she just sat there motionless.

"How long has she been like that?" Niall stirred from his nap.

"I just woke up and she was all pale and she hasn't moved," I replied.

I stood up and walked over to her, "Grace?" She still didn't move.

I looked right into her eyes. I recognized the look that her eyes held. It was terror. Pure terror. That's what I felt everyday of my life because of that fucking curse. I'm just so glad that it's out of my life forever.

She suddenly snapped out of her trance, "Th-the...email."

"What email?" I questioned.

She just pointed at her phone on the ground. I picked it up and unlocked it. An email popped up. I skimmed over it and the phone fell out of my hands and landed in the same place on the ground.

I looked at Grace with the same fearful expression she gave me. This was more than fear. It was more of a horrific dread that couldn't possibly be avoided. It was inevitable.

"Did I miss something?" Niall gave us a confused expression. That's when I realized that Grace and I were just staring at each other, somehow communicating with our eyes.

"Uh no it's...um just some...insurance agency that keeps emailing Grace," I stumbled back a few steps and landed on the couch.

"If you say so," Niall looked unsure, but proceeded on with his nap.

What if Dimitri kills Grace's family? What if he kills her, like he tried to do on New Year's Eve? What if he tries to ruin her life? All of these questions were circling through my brain faster than I could process. I looked at Grace and I could tell that the same thing was happening in her head.

I've got to figure out a way to talk to Dimitri. I'll do anything to transfer the curse back to me. She doesn't deserve it. She doesn't deserve any of the things I've put her through. I don't deserve her. And I know for a fact that without her, I would most likely be dead. Hell, I wouldn't even want to be alive if I didn't have her.

-Grace-

This is all way too much to process in such a sort amount of time. I have no clue what could happen if Harry and I didn't find a way to get rid of it...for a second time. We were both so sure that the curse was gone forever. I guess we were wrong. There was still that small sliver of hope that maybe Dimitri was bluffing, but it's unlikely.

"Do any of you want to stop for lunch?" Niall asked.

"I do!" Stacy jumped on the opportunity for food.

Gemma, Niall, and Stacy worked out the lunch plans, while both Harry I just sat there, deep in thought. We ended up pulling over at Chipotle.

"Do you want anything?" Harry asked.

I shook my head. My appetite disappeared when I read that email. I found a table to sit at while the other 4 ordered. They came back a few minutes later and sat down.

"How long until we get there?" Gemma asked.

"There's still about 2 hours until we get to Phoenix," I replied.

As if on cue, Harry's phone rang and Allison's Caller ID popped up. He put it on speaker so we could hear.

"You have your first show tonight!" Allison piped.

"What, I thought it was tomorrow?" Harry furrowed his brows.

"Nope, it got moved to tonight!" Allison squealed, "You need to be at the arena by 5:00 sharp."