My Life Without You

Grace Acres is 17 years old. To her, Her life is the the most boring thing she can imagine. Her mother left after she had an un-expected child. Because of that, she thinks shes a mistake. Her father, well she never had one. But, when 5 amazing boys step into her life, will she realize how much she needed them, and how her life was without them?


12. Accidental

I walked inside with a tired Harry on my arm. 

"I'm gonna go change," I said kissing Harry's cheek and lying him on the couch. I run to me and Harry's new room. I grab my white shorts and a blue Abercrombie and Finch tank top with my gold-colored heart neclace, that says "Gracie" on it. I pick my favorite silver and blue and pink bracelets and tin aroun to see a wide-opened-mouthed Liam. 

"You have a... A... Tattoo? 


"Holy- Liam! Wait, no stop!" I hold my head in my hands and sit down. 

"Grace." He says holding my hands. Tears start to form in his eyes. And I, I can't cry. I told him I would never, ever cry. 

"You sold your soul to evil?" He says. 

"Yeah," I say, trying to wipe away some small tears, remembering my promises to the evil. But It doesn't work. I go blinded for a second, then end up wailing in tears. I cry to Liam, I cry to him when I'm depressed, heart broken, sad, angry, but this time, it feels, DIFFERNT. 

"Grace," he starts. 

I look up to that beautiful, face.

"I, I'm..... Jealous." He says. 

"Of what? You have everything Liam. Beauty, weath, family-" he cuts me off. 

" not you," he says.  "Grace, can't you see, Harry isn't in your league. Your too good for him. He's too weak! But who am I kidding, Harry's even out of my league. Your too good for all of us." 

He tries walking away. I grab his hand and hug him tight. He lifts up my chin and kisses me passionately. I can't resist the warmness and I kiss back. He try's to sneak his tounge in but I shut my mouth tightly, thinking of Harry. Wonderful, beautiful, loving Harry. I hear the door about to open and I give Liam my hair and pretend he's putting it up. It's Harry. He comes in with puffy face, from crying. Immediately, a shooting pain runs through my back and causes me to sit up. 

"No." Harry says.

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