Changing the Past

I want to go back and change the past. What I said to Harry Styles in School was all a lie...
My name is Grace Shuatsi and I am 18 years of age. If I told people that I went to School with Harry Styles nobody would believe me. That I was not only friends with him, oh no, I was best friends. The closest friend anyone could have. But something went wrong on the night of the prom... Something which made Harry forget...


14. Changing the Past; Chapter 14; I'll be your first but I doubt I'll be your last

Harry's POV

I stand on the spot, fists clenched, teeth gritted when I feel something hit me. I stumble around until I find that someone's hugging me, arms wound tightly around my neck, head resting on my shoulder. I breathe in and I can smell perfume and I recognise it but I can't put my finger on who's it is...
"I love you Harry. So much," says the hugger and I immediately know that it's Grace. I hug her back, twirling her around until we were back in the same spot. I put her down.

Grace's POV

Harry puts me down and I stare up into those beautiful eyes. I try to say,
"Thanks." But I can't seem to find the right words so it turns out as,
"Nnngn." I feel like face palming myself ad I turn pink. Harry laughs and says,
"You're just so... So..."
"Wnnng?" I'm supposed to say 'weird' but obviously, I can't take my eyes away from his.
"Right... You're so wnnng then," he says and laughs. I try to laugh too, but it turns into a splutter as I feel a tap on my shoulder. Damn, I could've kissed him. I turn away from Harry to find myself nose-to-nose with Cara. Suddenly, all my fury comes to my head and knee her, in the stomach. She doubles up and falls to the ground again. God, she's so over reactive. But Niall takes Cara's place and I suddenly regret telling Harry that I loved him.
"Grace, can I talk to you for a minute please?" Niall asks and pulls me away from Harry. We go behind a door where no one can see us. It's getting dark outside and there's no lights on so it's very dim in the room.
"Tell me, Grace," Niall says inching towards me, "Do you like Harry?" I nod as if guilty. "Do you love Harry?" I wait for a minute but then I nod my head. I hear him take a sharp breath. "Do you... Like me?" I nod and whisper,
"As a friend." That's not true. He inches even closer and says, "Do you... Do you love me?" We are half an inch apart and I can feel his hot breath on my lips. He closes the gap and kisses me, very gently. Since this is my first kiss, I don't have a clue what to do. So I stand there like a lemon who hasn't kissed anybody before (which I am), with my arms by my sides. He pulls away and suddenly looks horrified.
"That was your first, wasn't it?" I nod and he looks even more scared.
"Don't tell Harry, he'll kill me." I smile and say,
"Don't worry I won't."
"And don't tell him what I'm about to do either," he says and kisses me again, but more force full and he puts his arms around my waist. I do the same, feeling a lot more comfortable until, 10 seconds later, I find the will power to pull away from him.
"I'm sorry Niall but I just... I can't. I love Harry... I think," I say and walk towards the door. I hear him sigh and say,
"I knew it. I'll be your first kiss but never your last..." I feel bad for rejecting him but I open the door anyway, revealing Harry who's talking to the receptionist. I walk up to her and demand my key. And she gives it to me almost immediately.

(The next day)

I wake up at 7am and get dressed quickly. The competition is at 10am this morning but I want to be extra early. I don't want to bump into anyone on the way (I.e Niall or Sarah). I play loud music and sing along to it in between eating buttered toast. I brush my teeth and start to apply my make up when someone knocks at the door. I sigh and walk towards it, with the mascara brush still in my hand. I open it to reveal Sarah standing there fiddling with her jumper nervously. She looks relieved and suddenly hugs me.
"I'm so sorry. I hope we can still be friends," she says, pulling back. I say,
"I'm sorry too. I'm so stupid."
"No I'm the stupid one. I was acting like your mother," she says.
"Haha, yeah you were." She laughs and gives me puppy eyes.
"So can we still be friends? Best friends?" I give her a stern look and say,
"Only if you do something for me..." She looks extremely worried because last time I said that to her, I made her go to the highest building in our town we used to live in and look over the edge at the top. Cruel and random, yeah, but she needed to confront her fear of heights. Now she can do anything and I'm the one who looks like I've got a problem. I say,
"You have to... Fix me up!" She squeals in delight and she does the rest of my make up, adds stuff to my dress and even makes me more things to eat (nervosity makes me hungry). At 9am, we get ready to go.
"Are you sure you want to go like that?" I ask Sarah and she nods.
"Tell me what song your singing!" she begs and I shake my head.
"Nope. It's going to be a surprise, like for everyone else. But I'll give you a clue. It describes someone in my life right now." She thinks for a while and says,
"I think I know what it is... Does it begin with two b's and the singer is m&d?" I smile and say,
"You know me so well." It's great to have her back now. I didn't realise how much I missed her.
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