Saving Grace (a one direction fanfic)

Chapter Eighteen

Guys!!!!!!!!! I am soooooo sorry!!!! first my Internet was being a retard.

Then swimming started and I have no time.

Now hurricane sandy!  I'm not sure if I will have Internet for awhile, so might be a late-ish upload.  But I promise once I can I will.  I apologize.  lets hope this tropical storm won't ruin my town like it did last time.

UGH.  Forgive me?! i am really really late on the upload so I am going to write a really long chapter.  Or try to.  For real guyss i am a retard.  But hey, at least im uploading now. and thanks for all the sudden votes.  I am up to like 70 and I never thought that.  Thanks.  Ok. Now here you people go.  You should be happy.  Theres Karry. ;P

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Katias POV

"Holy crap."  I was speechless.  I looked around in awe to see Harry had the same face as me.

After the flight we took a limo to the beach house.  It was kind of secluded, not many houses were near it, which was good because fans coudn't get in, it was surrounded by palm trees, which I have never saw before, and it was big. 

And beautiful.  You know in those movies, with the seagulls squacking in the background, the distance sounds of waves, and then the camera pans to the house.  Yeah, it was just like that.

A temporary paradise. 

Everyone rushed inside, to pick the best room but, truthfully, I didn't care.  As long as I had a room I was fine.  This was more Grace and I could've asked for, and I felt like a pain in a butt to the boys.

It made me feel like a gold digger.  I wasn't, they were truly trying to help, but all of this, the plane, the concerts, this house, everything that they did for us, it costed money.  And I felt bad.  Every time I bought it up though, Harry refused to let me pay him something in return.  That's how I knew that he didn't let the fame get to that curly head of his.

"Come on!"  Harry tugged on my arm, leading me inside.  The inside was as beautiful as the outside.  There were lots of windows and decorations.  I had a feeling that soon, half of the decorations would be smashed on the ground knowing the boys.

The living room had a big TV, a bunch of couches, and half of it was like a sunroom which you could walked on the beach if you went through the door.  The kitchen was high-tech but yet held that charm that made it beachy/summery. Upstairs there were six rooms, me and Grace would have to share.

Our room was downstairs, conventient for Grace, near the bathroom down this little hall.  It had pink shell wallpaper, matching bed spreads, two dressers, and a closet.  There was a little desk and computer in the corner.  It was perfect for me and Grace with a bunk bed in the other corner. 

It was our little piece of temporary Paradise. 

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After we got done unpacking, Grace, Niall, Liam, Zayn, and Louis went for a walk.  Harry and me stayed behind to make dinner.

At first I was a little surprised that he wanted to stay behind with me, then I reminded myself that he did work at a bakery after all. 

As I opened the stocked up pantry, a voice from behind me asked, "What are you making?"

I turned to find Harry, a smirk etched on his face, with his arms crossed leaning on the counter.  He looked really good today, in khaki shorts and a white tee-shirt, happiness gleaming in his eyes.  "I don't know.  I mean, I'm not really sure what you guys eat."