Amazing Grace
Chapter 13
I was confused. Thoroughly confused. I looked from Harry to Taylor and back again, trying to decipher what was actually going on here. Harry suddenly let go of me, the tenderness of the moment we'd just shared totally forgotten. I stumbled backwards slightly and regained my balance in time to see Taylor walking hurredly from the front door of the flat towards Harry. I'd have expected Harry to take shelter or at least run at the sight of a girl almost running towards him, but he didn't move. Only froze in place. He didn't move as she came closer, he didn't even move when she leaned in to hug him. He shot a pained look at me and smiled at the blonde girl half-heartedly. Yeah, still confused.
"Harry I've been calling you like non-stop for the last like month, where have you been? Why haven't you been home?" Taylor's voice was shrill, almost like nails on a chalk board. She was pretty in a "girl next door" kind of way, and even though I'm sure she was a nice person, I hated her already. I wasn't used to seeing Harry have any kind of interaction with a girl that wasn't me, and well.. jealousy was a bitch. It was then that Taylor realized that there was more than one person leaning against the car, and her eyes scanned over me with a less than friendly disposition. Harry's expression looked pained again as he turned to face me.
"Uh Taylor, this is Grace. Grace this is-"
"Taylor, Harry's girlfriend" she said cutting him off. I reeled backwards, her words hitting me almost as if she'd smacked me across the face with them. If this was his girlfriend.. then who was I? I turned to Harry, mortified. I felt the world spinning around me, my mouth began to fill with hot saliva, and I thought I was going to be sick. I leaned against the car for support, knowing that if I didn't I'd have passed out that instant. Harry's face mirrored mine, utter terror outlining his features. What was he afraid of? Even after what had happened with Aiden I had never seen Harry afraid.. ever.
"Nice to meet you Taylor" I stuttered as I attempted to make an escape. Harry grabbed my arm to stop me, but Taylor simply stepped out of my way, clearing a path.
"Grace wait, I can explain" Harry whispered, his voice cracking a bit. My stomach churned again violently. How stupid could I be to think that all the time I was gone he hadn't moved on at all? I mean look at him, he'd grown into the most attractive guy to ever grace the streets of London, of course he'd moved on. I swallowed the lump in my throat and glanced down at his grip on my arm. He let go instantly.
"I don't want to hear any explanation. I think I've heard enough" I said shortly, walking quickly back into the flat to fetch Helene. I hated to break in on her time with the first boy she's spoken to in months, but I couldn't bear to be around Harry or Malibu Barbie any longer. I bit my lip, fighting the tears that threatened to smudge my makeup and walked away, never looking back.
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Harry's POV
I watched as she stormed off. I hadn't seen that hurt in her eyes since that day in her bathroom, when I'd told her I loved her. As she left I felt all of me go with her. I knew she didn't want to hear any excuses, but they weren't excuses, they were the truth.
"Harry what the fuck is going on?" Taylor barked at me. I'd honestly had enough of her antics. Since the day I'd met her, she'd done nothing but annoy the shit out of me. It was one night stand gone horribly wrong and I wasn't quite sure how to make her go away. The morning after I'd taken her home, she didn't get the hint when I'd called her a cab, or when I didn't return her calls. She'd shown up at my door, expecting me to welcome her in, to take her out to dinner, or to club. She wasn't anyone I'd been interested in, in fact no one interested me after Grace left, so I filled that void with lame one night stands. Taylor had been the only who seemed to make an effort, so I kept her around, but when Grace came back I broke things off.. Taylor never got the hint.
"I'll tell you what the fuck is going on Taylor" I spat at her. "You are not my girlfriend, you have never been my girlfriend. That girl, that crazy beautiful girl, is the ONLY girl who I've ever given half a damn about, and do you know what you just did? You fucked it all up for me. Get your shit out of my apartment, delete my number, and for the love of God stop telling people you're my girlfriend."
Taylor's face scrunched up and ugly tears started to fall from her eyes. Good, I thought bitterly, cry bitch. I wanted to see someone else hurt as bad I was right now. I jumped up into my car, slammed the door, and sped off. Not bothering to check if I'd clipped Taylor or not, I secretly hoped I did. I drove aimlessly for a while, before I found myself at Grace and I's apartment. I'd go in, and find her in the living room reading, in the kitchen cooking, sprawled out lazily on the bed after she'd taken a shower. I'd wrap her in my arms and kiss her and she'd kiss me back and call me Styles and everything would be perfect.
I opened the door to darkness. No lights, no sounds, no Grace.
"Harry I've been calling you like non-stop for the last like month, where have you been? Why haven't you been home?" Taylor's voice was shrill, almost like nails on a chalk board. She was pretty in a "girl next door" kind of way, and even though I'm sure she was a nice person, I hated her already. I wasn't used to seeing Harry have any kind of interaction with a girl that wasn't me, and well.. jealousy was a bitch. It was then that Taylor realized that there was more than one person leaning against the car, and her eyes scanned over me with a less than friendly disposition. Harry's expression looked pained again as he turned to face me.
"Uh Taylor, this is Grace. Grace this is-"
"Taylor, Harry's girlfriend" she said cutting him off. I reeled backwards, her words hitting me almost as if she'd smacked me across the face with them. If this was his girlfriend.. then who was I? I turned to Harry, mortified. I felt the world spinning around me, my mouth began to fill with hot saliva, and I thought I was going to be sick. I leaned against the car for support, knowing that if I didn't I'd have passed out that instant. Harry's face mirrored mine, utter terror outlining his features. What was he afraid of? Even after what had happened with Aiden I had never seen Harry afraid.. ever.
"Nice to meet you Taylor" I stuttered as I attempted to make an escape. Harry grabbed my arm to stop me, but Taylor simply stepped out of my way, clearing a path.
"Grace wait, I can explain" Harry whispered, his voice cracking a bit. My stomach churned again violently. How stupid could I be to think that all the time I was gone he hadn't moved on at all? I mean look at him, he'd grown into the most attractive guy to ever grace the streets of London, of course he'd moved on. I swallowed the lump in my throat and glanced down at his grip on my arm. He let go instantly.
"I don't want to hear any explanation. I think I've heard enough" I said shortly, walking quickly back into the flat to fetch Helene. I hated to break in on her time with the first boy she's spoken to in months, but I couldn't bear to be around Harry or Malibu Barbie any longer. I bit my lip, fighting the tears that threatened to smudge my makeup and walked away, never looking back.
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Harry's POV
I watched as she stormed off. I hadn't seen that hurt in her eyes since that day in her bathroom, when I'd told her I loved her. As she left I felt all of me go with her. I knew she didn't want to hear any excuses, but they weren't excuses, they were the truth.
"Harry what the fuck is going on?" Taylor barked at me. I'd honestly had enough of her antics. Since the day I'd met her, she'd done nothing but annoy the shit out of me. It was one night stand gone horribly wrong and I wasn't quite sure how to make her go away. The morning after I'd taken her home, she didn't get the hint when I'd called her a cab, or when I didn't return her calls. She'd shown up at my door, expecting me to welcome her in, to take her out to dinner, or to club. She wasn't anyone I'd been interested in, in fact no one interested me after Grace left, so I filled that void with lame one night stands. Taylor had been the only who seemed to make an effort, so I kept her around, but when Grace came back I broke things off.. Taylor never got the hint.
"I'll tell you what the fuck is going on Taylor" I spat at her. "You are not my girlfriend, you have never been my girlfriend. That girl, that crazy beautiful girl, is the ONLY girl who I've ever given half a damn about, and do you know what you just did? You fucked it all up for me. Get your shit out of my apartment, delete my number, and for the love of God stop telling people you're my girlfriend."
Taylor's face scrunched up and ugly tears started to fall from her eyes. Good, I thought bitterly, cry bitch. I wanted to see someone else hurt as bad I was right now. I jumped up into my car, slammed the door, and sped off. Not bothering to check if I'd clipped Taylor or not, I secretly hoped I did. I drove aimlessly for a while, before I found myself at Grace and I's apartment. I'd go in, and find her in the living room reading, in the kitchen cooking, sprawled out lazily on the bed after she'd taken a shower. I'd wrap her in my arms and kiss her and she'd kiss me back and call me Styles and everything would be perfect.
I opened the door to darkness. No lights, no sounds, no Grace.
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