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Grace's POV.
I watch as he brings the bottle to his red lips. The liquid strains his jaw falling through his neck and down on his tattooed chest. He's only wearing a pair of jogger and his V line is clearly visible under them, barely covered too. The bent stands loose on his waist making me gulp down louder than I intend. Our eyes meet and I watch as his heart breaks, again and again each time he remembers why he's drinking.
I rub his forearm to his mouth roughly and an evil smirks comes playing on his face. Nothing good will come from this.
'' Well, Well.'' He plays with the neck of the liquor and then freezes me with his emerald eyes '' look who decided to show up. My girlfriend'' he spits the last word as it is too painful to pronounce it and crosses his fingers together. I can't seem to talk; I just want to take Harry away from that brown source of trouble that is washing his sense away gulp after gulp.
'' So, how was your date with your future husband?'' he stays serious for a second then falls on the couch cackling without control. His laugh feels the loneliness around this house but I can tell it's not real. I can tell by the sadness in his eyes this is all a play to prevent me from getting to the real emotion inside him.
'' Husband. Oh! That's hilarious...'' he shakes his head and I cross my arms to my chest. I wonder how long will it take before he finishes mocking me.
He knows the truth, it's childish. But he's also very angry. I knew it would have hurt him discovering I wasn't in his bed, still I hoped he would have somehow understood. I thought we were past the shitty back and forth into the circle of pain.
'' You wouldn't be saying the same thing if that was you. Jealous much?'' Dang. I couldn't keep my lips shout for at least tonight? Oh Jesus. It happens when I'm nervous, and Harry makes me nervous. Drunk Harry then makes me too much nervous.
Harry straightens slowly as he looks around the room to gain control before shooting a glare into my eyes, paralyzing me.
'' It wouldn't be a bullshit if I was the one you will meet down the aisle, Bunny'' he harshly remarks and I place my hands on my hips, biting my tongue. Don't Grace. He's hurt. He can't help it. I force myself silent. I'm not like this, I don't keep my mouth shout, but for him, for Harry. I'll do anything.
'' Tell me Bunny... Did you two have a good fuck?'' I choke and widen my eyes. FUCK MY GOOD MANNERS.
'' You aren't saying this shit for real. C'mon Harry, you're overacting.'' I tiredly bite back and Harry's expression hardens.
''Am I? What would you do if I was the one sneaking out like a thief after we have made love, after hearing me saying you love me? How would you have reacted? I'm curious.'' It's clear we won't work things out, not tonight at least and I'm tired. I just want to go to bed and disappear under the sheets.
