𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 15

Harry's POV.

''Nice to meet you, Harry. I'm Grace's boyfriend.'' He smiles and pulls an hand out. My breath dies in my throat and I duck my head back blinking my eyes slowly.

I feel all the color draining away from my face, my body stiffening as I try not to fall apart right in front of him. Unluckily for this prank, my pride is too strong to let me crumble like a pathetic high school boy who just got refused by his first crush. Instead I simply fix Joy on my shoulder, my gaze not leaving his, not even a moment, as I study his features blankly.

I bet a stab in the back would have hurt less than his words, that are floating around my head over and over again. I mean, what the fuck should I do when I'm standing in my wife's hospital room after she gave birth to our child, that I'm now holding, and this prank pops from god's knows where saying ' Hey, hello Harry, I'm Grace's new fuck buddy. I hope it's okay if she wasn't that faithful during this past months while you probably were working your ass off with having just your guitar.'

What am I supposed to fire back? 'That's fine dude. Have a ride anytime you'd like, I wasn't really expecting for my wife to wait on me.'

No fucking way! He's not going to get away like this, not with my Grace and mostly not with my family.

Is It even possible that Grace found another man? I mean, that's not her, it's so weird. Although I barely know who he is anymore. Last time we met, is still burning in my mind. What she did wasn't exactly how I expect Grace to act.

'' Man, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?'' He ironically remarks and I find myself glaring up at him.

He is fit: dark hair and eyes, not too tall with a nice body and looks fresh as he just got out from the shower; me on the other hand, I'm covered in dirt; my hair is all messily trapped into the bandana that is hanging loose on my forehead and I look like an homeless compared to his classy clothes.

I instantly hate on him, because he is just what you would picture for Grace as a mate: a rich and charming boy from America bur mostly, everything I will never be. It makes me so jealous and envious thinking I don't have many cards to play against him, why would Grace pick me over him anyway? I've done so much wrong to her she wouldn't have any reasons to. Not even love can save what I've ruined.

'' Stop it Adam.'' She pokes him playfully on the forearm and he cheekily smiles pretending he got hurt from her blow and massaging the nonexistent sore spot. '' He's teasing you Harry. Adam likes playing around with people, he knows exactly who you are.'' She gives him a quick slap on the wrist for his tone.

I raise an eyebrow and make eye-contact with Grace. Is this supposed to be funny joke? Or even making me feel better? Because I am not fucking laughing.

'' Man, you need to loosen up. Life is beautiful if you laugh along instead of acting like they have put a stick up to your ass.'' I open my mouth to fire back something and make him shut the fuck up, him and his stupid American accent that annoys the living shit out of me, but Grace interrupts me, already understanding that what I was going to say, wasn't pleasant in the slightest.