𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 33

Harry's POV.

Her hoping grey eyes raise to meet mine. I suck in breath for their beauty and suddenly I feel taken aback by an invisible strength, completely harmless. It's just a matter of seconds, just the time to blink and I forget everything that doesn't not include Grace.

My world collapses as Grace's gaze trembles, crushing at my feet for the fear that she'll leave and I'll be left alone in my grief. I can see the fear in her eyes, the sadness, the uncertainty shining clearly at the bottom.

So I lean in and press a little kiss over her head, afraid she'll broke into million pieces the second my hands leave hers. But how can you see if she will be coming back with good news when you don't let her go?

Grace sighs heavily as if something was pressing against her chest making hard to breath and holds tightly to me as she crushes against my hear in desperate need of a shelter where take cover from her trouble.

What she doesn't know, though, is that when she holds me that way, I'm the one falling to bits, feeling like a fool for every time I got mad and just gave up on her. What she doesn't know is that the way she loves me, is enough to defeat everything and I feel so much of a traitor to ever forgive my cowry.

What she doesn't know, is that I love her so much that I don't care if Hell is waiting for me on the other side after this.

'' Harry,'' I shake as her lips pronounce my name against the skin of my neck but pretend to be calm and controlled. I try to pull her away so that I can look into her beautiful face however she fists my shirt so desperately I give up.

'' We are not siblings.'' Grace blurts out almost discouraged and I immediately wonder if this is what she planned on telling me in the first place. I stare down at her long light brown hair and decide what to do about this news. I mean, I knew this all along, it doesn't count as one, so I just shrug and leave another kiss at the top of her head before lifting her chin up. I caress her lip and brush my nose to hers.

'' Yeah.... I figured,'' I just say smiling like an idiot when Grace's eyelashes blink fast for the surprise. She doesn't add anything, just blows kind of annoyed and falls to the bed exhausted, her gaze fixed to the ceiling troubled about something.

I sneak my hand under Grace's shirt and play with her ribcage as if it was a guitar string.

''Harry?'' She calls and I lower my body so my forehead is pressed against hers as my finger raise step by step, her bones are so out of her skin that I want to rip her stubbornness out of her body and knock some sense into that head of hers. If she only knew how bad this is effecting me, to see her wasting away without knowing why, or with nothing to do about.

'' You have an interview tomorrow morning?'' I nod distantly as my palm reaches her breast and gently cups it, making Grace stiffen and squeeze her eyes slightly.