Amazing Grace
Chapter 7
Since my intimate moment with Harry all we could do was continue it. Everyday I’d get home from “decorating the apartment” , with swollen lips, messy hair, and pink cheeks. We’d make food, watch tv, and lay in bed and kiss until our lips were chapped. It was like heaven day after day. On one particular day it was raining so we ignited the gas fireplace and sat on the couches in the living room watching TV. Harry’s long legs were stretched out onto the empty rug and I sat nestled into his side, when something dawned on me.
“Did you see the moving men bring in a coffee table?” I asked curiously, realizing in the two weeks that since they’d dropped off the furniture, a coffee table never arrived. Harry looked down at me confused at first, then a small smile drew up the corners of his lips.
“Yeah, it was a nice one but it had a glass center. I asked if they could swap it out for a wood piece and bring it back,” he said tracing one scar on my jaw with his thumb, and kissing my nose. God I loved that boy, but I had been on my own for 2 years now, he didn’t need to baby me. Showing him that I wasn’t such the fragile girl he thought I was, I shifted my weight straddling him and taking his perfectly carved jaw in between my hands. “When’d you get up there?” he asked smiling broadly, his eyes darkening.
I giggled and began to loop my fingers through his curls, and his hands moved easily from my hips to under my butt. I stooped down and planted a long kiss on his lips, being careful not to let it get too heated. I pulled away apparently too soon causing Harry’s face to twist up into mock irritation.
“Let’s go out tonight” I said excitedly. The smile on my face was not reciprocated as Harry’s amused demeanor changed into a scowl. He lifted me gently off him and set me back down on the couch.
“Grace, no. You know that is way too dangerous, especially under the circumstances. I’d feel much more comfortable if we stayed here for the night,” he said calmly, his protective nature taking over.
“Harry no, I wanna go out. We can go outside of London where no one would even think to look!” I said pleading with him. “Please Harry” I whined, kissing a small trail up the side of his neck. He rolled his head back in pleasure, groaning softly. I continued my kisses up his jaw to his earlobe. I lowered my voice and whispered hotly into his ear “Please Harry, I’ll owe you,” my voice trailing off suggestively. At this he perked up and stared at me half with want and half in concentration.
“Fine,” he conceded. I smiled broadly from ear to ear, bouncing eagerly on the couch cushion. “Don’t get too excited. We’ll go on one condition,” he said, instantly cutting my excitement short. “We’re going to a small pub, not a club or a bar, and we’ll be back here by midnight, no later. Deal?” he said looking straight at me.
“Deal” I said smiling again and retaking my position on his lap. *******************************************************************************************************
I called Helene and told her that since the weather forecast called for extreme storms tonight, I was just gonna stay in my new apartment until tomorrow. She worried about me being alone but I assured it was fine and that I’d made friends with the neighbors and they were coming over for dinner. While she was at work I slipped back inside my apartment and grabbed a nice long, sheer, red top, black leggings and boots.
I curled my hair into huge bouncy ones and put on black liner, mascara, and red lipstick. By the time I was done I felt pretty accomplished. I grabbed a fleece jacket and ran back downstairs to the corner of the street where Harry waited with his black SUV. He leaned against it, brushing his curls from his eyes. He’d donned another black button up, black jeans, and tan suede shoes. I had to stop for a moment to take in how truly perfect he looked standing there under the streetlight.
I skipped across the street and got up into the passenger seat. Harry started the car and looked over to me, that same strange softness in his eyes.
“You look stunning, and I would kiss you but I want none of that lipstick on my face” he said chuckling at himself. I rolled my eyes and we drove away. We drove for about a half hour until we pulled into a park across from a small shingled building. The neon sign above the door said “Karaoke Klub”.
“This is your idea of a night out?” I laughed at him sarcastically.
“Hey, we had a deal” he bit back, kissing my cheek. He got out and jogged easily around the car to my door and helped me step down out of the monstrous vehicle. The place smelled of stale beer, cigar smoke, and buffalo wings. The sounds of billiards, darts, various conversations, and of course karaoke rattled the floor of the old building. It was a little off the beaten path, but it was nice. Harry and I slid into an empty booth against the back wall and ordered some appetizers and soda, since apparently Harry refused to let me drink alcohol.
We sat and chatted for a long time, and his beautiful eyes were on nothing but me the whole time. But it was hard not to notice the way other girls looked at him, lusted after him. I was used to it because back home, Harry had the pick of any girl he wanted. But now a new pang of jealousy washed over me. I leaned over the table in the middle of Harry’s sentence and planted a kiss on him, tugging at his lower lip as I pulled away.
“Save that for later” he said cheekily in a hushed tone, sending a wave of heat up my thighs and through my stomach. There was a lull in noise as the last person on the karaoke list stepped down and stumbled back to their table.
“Any takers!?” the DJ asked the general crowd. Everyone prodded their friend, or significant other to try and take the stage, but everyone shied away in embarrassment. Riding the euphoric wave Harry’s suggestive comment gave me I slid out of the booth and up on stage. “Hey now! We got a winner! What’s your name beautiful?” the DJ said leaning the mic towards me.
“Ava” I said shyly. Oh shit, why did I do this.
“What’re you gonna sing for us Ava?” Oh shit, I didn’t know the answer to that question either. I quickly looked at the list on the screen on the back wall just above Harry’s head.
“Uhm Teenage Dream by Katy Perry!” I said. I knew all the words to that song so at least I wouldn’t embarrass myself by forgetting the words. The crowd clapped, the lights dimmed, and the first guitar chords rumbled through the speakers behind me. “You think I’m pretty without any make up on. You think I’m funny when I tell the punch line wrong…” I let the words come out genuinely, realizing they held more meaning than just a pop song. As I sang, I spoke every word with my heart, holding Harry’s gaze across the dark room. “Be your teenage dream tonight!” I finished the song, nearly out of breath.
The small crowd rose to their feet cheering, and as I walked off stage many people handed me various drinks, which I graciously accepted. I slid into the booth next to Harry, and he wrapped an arm around my waist, leaning down to my ear.
“You’re amazing Grace, you know that?” he whispered. I smiled broadly, not remembering the last time I had this much fun. I kissed him hungrily, wanting more of again. We shared the heated kiss for a good five minutes, his large hands exploring up my thighs until he hit a spot, which even through my leggings, made me gasp. He laughed and watched my face turn pink, enjoying the reaction he drew out of me.
“Take me home” I whispered in his ear. He nodded and began to slide out of the booth. I stood up and that’s when all the drinks I’d taken as reward for my performance hit me. My head spun crazily and my vision was triple. “Uh holdon, let me go to the bathroom first” I said stumbling toward the dimly lit hallway in the back of the bar.
“Hurry back” Harry said winking, but I could barely register it. My eyelids started to feel heavy, and I leaned against the wall for support. That’s when I was surprised by large hands grabbing my waist and hoisting me up over their shoulder and out the back door to fresh air.
“Did you see the moving men bring in a coffee table?” I asked curiously, realizing in the two weeks that since they’d dropped off the furniture, a coffee table never arrived. Harry looked down at me confused at first, then a small smile drew up the corners of his lips.
“Yeah, it was a nice one but it had a glass center. I asked if they could swap it out for a wood piece and bring it back,” he said tracing one scar on my jaw with his thumb, and kissing my nose. God I loved that boy, but I had been on my own for 2 years now, he didn’t need to baby me. Showing him that I wasn’t such the fragile girl he thought I was, I shifted my weight straddling him and taking his perfectly carved jaw in between my hands. “When’d you get up there?” he asked smiling broadly, his eyes darkening.
I giggled and began to loop my fingers through his curls, and his hands moved easily from my hips to under my butt. I stooped down and planted a long kiss on his lips, being careful not to let it get too heated. I pulled away apparently too soon causing Harry’s face to twist up into mock irritation.
“Let’s go out tonight” I said excitedly. The smile on my face was not reciprocated as Harry’s amused demeanor changed into a scowl. He lifted me gently off him and set me back down on the couch.
“Grace, no. You know that is way too dangerous, especially under the circumstances. I’d feel much more comfortable if we stayed here for the night,” he said calmly, his protective nature taking over.
“Harry no, I wanna go out. We can go outside of London where no one would even think to look!” I said pleading with him. “Please Harry” I whined, kissing a small trail up the side of his neck. He rolled his head back in pleasure, groaning softly. I continued my kisses up his jaw to his earlobe. I lowered my voice and whispered hotly into his ear “Please Harry, I’ll owe you,” my voice trailing off suggestively. At this he perked up and stared at me half with want and half in concentration.
“Fine,” he conceded. I smiled broadly from ear to ear, bouncing eagerly on the couch cushion. “Don’t get too excited. We’ll go on one condition,” he said, instantly cutting my excitement short. “We’re going to a small pub, not a club or a bar, and we’ll be back here by midnight, no later. Deal?” he said looking straight at me.
“Deal” I said smiling again and retaking my position on his lap. *******************************************************************************************************
I called Helene and told her that since the weather forecast called for extreme storms tonight, I was just gonna stay in my new apartment until tomorrow. She worried about me being alone but I assured it was fine and that I’d made friends with the neighbors and they were coming over for dinner. While she was at work I slipped back inside my apartment and grabbed a nice long, sheer, red top, black leggings and boots.
I curled my hair into huge bouncy ones and put on black liner, mascara, and red lipstick. By the time I was done I felt pretty accomplished. I grabbed a fleece jacket and ran back downstairs to the corner of the street where Harry waited with his black SUV. He leaned against it, brushing his curls from his eyes. He’d donned another black button up, black jeans, and tan suede shoes. I had to stop for a moment to take in how truly perfect he looked standing there under the streetlight.
I skipped across the street and got up into the passenger seat. Harry started the car and looked over to me, that same strange softness in his eyes.
“You look stunning, and I would kiss you but I want none of that lipstick on my face” he said chuckling at himself. I rolled my eyes and we drove away. We drove for about a half hour until we pulled into a park across from a small shingled building. The neon sign above the door said “Karaoke Klub”.
“This is your idea of a night out?” I laughed at him sarcastically.
“Hey, we had a deal” he bit back, kissing my cheek. He got out and jogged easily around the car to my door and helped me step down out of the monstrous vehicle. The place smelled of stale beer, cigar smoke, and buffalo wings. The sounds of billiards, darts, various conversations, and of course karaoke rattled the floor of the old building. It was a little off the beaten path, but it was nice. Harry and I slid into an empty booth against the back wall and ordered some appetizers and soda, since apparently Harry refused to let me drink alcohol.
We sat and chatted for a long time, and his beautiful eyes were on nothing but me the whole time. But it was hard not to notice the way other girls looked at him, lusted after him. I was used to it because back home, Harry had the pick of any girl he wanted. But now a new pang of jealousy washed over me. I leaned over the table in the middle of Harry’s sentence and planted a kiss on him, tugging at his lower lip as I pulled away.
“Save that for later” he said cheekily in a hushed tone, sending a wave of heat up my thighs and through my stomach. There was a lull in noise as the last person on the karaoke list stepped down and stumbled back to their table.
“Any takers!?” the DJ asked the general crowd. Everyone prodded their friend, or significant other to try and take the stage, but everyone shied away in embarrassment. Riding the euphoric wave Harry’s suggestive comment gave me I slid out of the booth and up on stage. “Hey now! We got a winner! What’s your name beautiful?” the DJ said leaning the mic towards me.
“Ava” I said shyly. Oh shit, why did I do this.
“What’re you gonna sing for us Ava?” Oh shit, I didn’t know the answer to that question either. I quickly looked at the list on the screen on the back wall just above Harry’s head.
“Uhm Teenage Dream by Katy Perry!” I said. I knew all the words to that song so at least I wouldn’t embarrass myself by forgetting the words. The crowd clapped, the lights dimmed, and the first guitar chords rumbled through the speakers behind me. “You think I’m pretty without any make up on. You think I’m funny when I tell the punch line wrong…” I let the words come out genuinely, realizing they held more meaning than just a pop song. As I sang, I spoke every word with my heart, holding Harry’s gaze across the dark room. “Be your teenage dream tonight!” I finished the song, nearly out of breath.
The small crowd rose to their feet cheering, and as I walked off stage many people handed me various drinks, which I graciously accepted. I slid into the booth next to Harry, and he wrapped an arm around my waist, leaning down to my ear.
“You’re amazing Grace, you know that?” he whispered. I smiled broadly, not remembering the last time I had this much fun. I kissed him hungrily, wanting more of again. We shared the heated kiss for a good five minutes, his large hands exploring up my thighs until he hit a spot, which even through my leggings, made me gasp. He laughed and watched my face turn pink, enjoying the reaction he drew out of me.
“Take me home” I whispered in his ear. He nodded and began to slide out of the booth. I stood up and that’s when all the drinks I’d taken as reward for my performance hit me. My head spun crazily and my vision was triple. “Uh holdon, let me go to the bathroom first” I said stumbling toward the dimly lit hallway in the back of the bar.
“Hurry back” Harry said winking, but I could barely register it. My eyelids started to feel heavy, and I leaned against the wall for support. That’s when I was surprised by large hands grabbing my waist and hoisting me up over their shoulder and out the back door to fresh air.
5/31/13