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...


17. Changing the Past; Chapter 17; Stalkee

I watch Cara on the floor and she doesn't move. I can tell that she's not knocked out because I see her blinking a couple of times. My breathing becomes shaky when Sarah runs in and grabs me by my arms. She pulls me away from the scene and shoves me into the car.
"Buckle up. We're going home," she says and I obey, pulling my seat belt around my body. I take one more backward glance at the restaurant window and see Niall standing outside, staring after the car. His eyes are full of sorrow and as the car turns the corner, I see him pull of his tie and wonder off.

Niall's POV

Why did I do this? I just made the mistake Harry made. And that's why. Harry made the mistake and he won Grace. Wait, no. He HAS her at the moment but not for long... I will win this war. He started it so I will finish it. By winning.

Grace's POV

"I knew it," Sarah says, as soon as we get back to our flat.
"Knew what?" I say as I dump my bag on the table. She smirks and says,
"I knew you liked Niall the whole time."
"Oh, not the WHOLE time, that wouldn't be possible..." I stare at her and give in, "yes, fine. You knew. I knew. Everybody knows now. Oh what am I going to do? Harry'll kill me." I sit down on the chair, my head in my hands. Sarah puts a hand on my shoulder comfortingly and says,
"What can Harry do if you done nothing wrong?"
"I nearly knocked someone out, Sarah."
"Yeah, well... Oh you might as well say not to give you any sympathy at all. You just throw it back." Sarah walks off to her room saying "Good night" and shuts her door. I decide to go straight to bed and sleep on it. It should be better in the morning, I tell myself as my head hits the pillow, everything will be fine.

(The next day)

But nothing IS fine. I still have this horrible knot in my stomach. I decide to have a walk around our town. I walk everywhere, taking as long as possible until I bump into someone.
"Oh hi, Grace. I've been looking all over town for you. You wouldn't believe how many photos where taken of me walking. The paparazzi are everywhere.... Are you ok?" Harry asks and he notices my glum face. Suddenly a tear falls from my eye and I erupt into a waterfall of tears. Harry wraps his arms around me and whispers,
"It's ok, it's ok." I shake my head and pull away. I say,
"No, Harry, it's not ok. I just can't hide it anymore, Harry." He looks at me and brushes my tears off my face with his thumb.
"Are you talking about us? Because if you are, it's already been announced, love-"
"No, Harry. Well, yes. Well... Sort of. I don't know how to break it to you but.... I'm in love with someone else now..." I say and turn around. His arms drop to his sides and he says,
"What? What do you... What do you mean?"
"Oh Harry, you know why I mean... Haven't you seen it?"
"No." This isn't turning out so good.
"Well Harry, I can't tell you who it is because... Because..." I say and stop myself.
"Because of what?" Harry is getting angry and I can practically feel him boil behind me. I plaster a fake smile on my face and turn around.
"Because I'm pulling on you leg." A lie. But anything to make Harry seem happy. His face lightens up and he says,
"You're... You're pulling on my leg? That's a... Relief." He wraps me up in a hug again, "I thought I was going to lose you..." I breath in his smell like a drug and let myself go in his arms.
"Yeah I thought you were going to take it the wrong way... Anyway, I've got to go to work now, Harry. Bye," I say and kiss him on the cheek. But as I'm about to pull away, Harry says,
"Look me in the eye and say you love me." My eyes dig deep into his eyes and I whisper,
"I love you, Harry." Our faces are inches apart and my breathing quickens. Harry closes the gap and we kiss, full on the lips for the first time. It feels amazing as I knot my fingers in his curly hair. He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer. I brake the kiss and say,
"Bye Harry." I walk off with a smile on my face until I find someone behind the corner. Amelia.
"Listen, dimbo. Harry doesn't want you. He's doing it for the publicity. So back off him or you will pay," she says, pulling my by my scarf. I raise an eyebrow coolly and say,
"Look who's desperate. Throw stuff at me, I don't care." I give her a smug smile and walk off. But I whipe my smile off my face when I realise that she must've watched the whole thing. From start to the end. Oh well done, I say to myself, you are now a Stalkee. How amazing. Not.
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