𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 22

Grace's POV.

I put Joy to sleep and Harry takes this chance to have a quick shower, since I already had one. Alex is out and the house is strangely silent beside the pouring of water so I take this chance to sit on the edge of the bed and chill out. So this is it? I let it go? That ghost that have made my whole life hell is just... gone?

I fall back and close my eyes. This tranquility, it's what peace sounds like, what normal life is like and I may get used to it. I feel weird though, like I'm not myself at all but I'm also happy beyond imaginable. I finally do something important in my life.

'' Why are you smiling?'' A voice booms from above and it doesn't take me much to understand he's fixing himself over me since the bed slightly jolts. His silky lips find the corner of my mouth and they linger there for a while. My stomach feels like hot liquid gold that is threatening to get out and melt me down. I push his hair behind his ears, no needing to look to find his face in the darkness and cross my fingers over the nope of his neck to block his locks away.

'' I'm sorry for what I've said to you and being a bitch. I was out of my mind, seeing George hasn't ever been easy to me and I didn't know I was ready for it. It freaked me out very badly, '' I blurt out opening my eyes all of a sudden and find that Harry's seriously studying me.

'' You made me so mad. That was the worst thing you could have ever done to me. I was peeing in my pants because you looked like you meant that for real,'' He slowly speaks before passing his tongue on his lips and my heart stops.

I forget everything, what I feel, what I want to say so I hopelessly rip my gaze from his full, beautiful and tempting lips staring wide eyed to him. What now? It will be awkward that I'm craving for his touch so much so I can feel it going up and down my skin even if he's paralyzed as much as I am?

'' Harry,'' I whimper when he's only a inch away from me. God if I want this to happened but would it be right? Is it now the right moment?

***

Grace's POV.

Harry's nose lingers against my skin and I fist the covers feeling tremendously anxious. When I open my mouth to speak, my voice comes out careful and with a unwanted tone of notice.

'' Harry,'' I spat desperately claiming for him. However he sighs, exhaling a long sharp breath before moving away from my body and leaving me cold and alone.

Something went wrong in the process, we were so into each other, is it possible that Harry doesn't want me anymore? I mean in that way, you know? Am I not enough good for him?

I snort losing my patience, he's so bipolar I want to slap him across the face. One moment he is all I love you's and shit, the next one he's getting away like I could infect him with some mortal illness.

'' I got it, I got it. You're not ready and bla, bla,'' he says irritated and head to the closet taking out clothes angrily. Oh, he totally misunderstood my request. I facepalm myself, I should be more clear when I express my intention.