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Harry's POV.
December will always be the worst month of the year for me. Reason one because when people has to leave, they all chose this month. Reason two I just don't like it, period. I don't like Christmas, and the presents, I don't like being at home and doing nothing. I just feel lonelier, and now that I'm basically in my own house, I may as well think about suicide for the amount of loneliness I'm feeling. It will be a good end. I giggle to my crazy words and gasps as I stare at the ceiling. The window is moving the front door, making this strange noise of something that hits it repentantly. It's quite annoying.
I wonder what Grace is doing. Is she okay? I don't think she is; she was crying when I left.
Why is she doing this to us? I thought it could make her happy, but seeing her crushing down, it's just... I don't know. It broke my heart. I don't want to be the reason for her unhappiness, I want to be with her because I want to make her happy, give her what she wants. I want to be with her because it's right this way. because she belongs to me. but if I'm the reason why she was breaking down that way, then I'm ready to take a step back and watch her from a far.
Am I giving up on her? not at all, I'm just staying on the corner of her life, you know, ready to jump in whenever she will need me, and love her. because this is what I can do, what I do best. Loving her. because when you see Grace, there's nothing else you can do, besides caring. She has this aura around her that gets straight to your heart and you can't do anything else. You just let her in and don't let anyone touches that love that is the heart of your life, your only reason to keep living.
My phone buzzes and I puff not wanting to answer, but then I imagine it could be something important. If she was here, she would have had my head on a silver plate, repeating to me that it could be an emergency. And I don't want to upset her. I lazily smile as I answer, not even reading the name on the screen. It's been like two hours since I left the party with Ashton. He was there to keep an eye on Grace for me. shame she doesn't know it.
''Harry'' Alex's voice irrupts into the silent house and I snort, not in the mood to hear him blathering things about Grace.
''Oh, it's you...'' I take the phone away and when I'm about to press the red bottom, Alex catches my attention.
''Is Grace there? Don't hang up Harry, tell me she's there. I called because of her'' I put the phone back against my ear and debate on whatever I need to trust him or simply ignore him.
''We got home and we were drunk, and... I did something bad and she run off. I can't find her; I've been searching for her this past few hours.'' Rage boils inside my heart, what did he do? Grace would never run away from him; she trusts her with her own life.
''What? She's missing? What the hell did you do, you prank'' I shout and Alex silence for a bit before gulping down my insults and keep talking.
''I'm half-drunk Harry, I can't think straight at the very moment, but maybe you know where she is. I tried everywhere. At your house, at Damian's, at Lee's..'' if she's not here, it means she's back to.. oh Jesus. I jump on my feet and pull my shoes on before running to the front door.
