Beauty and the Beast?

He's feared, no one has the courage to talk to this boy, besides his few friends. He's known as the bad boy at his school, not a bad boy, the bad boy. Everyone thought he couldn't change-well- that was until Grace Belle moved to town. Something triggers both of them and they realize, they have a connection. Grace and Harry both start hanging around one another and well, maybe that's not all so good. Harry's danger, and his life is a danger to anyone around him, especially someone he's in love with. Now he has to figure out a way to keep Grace safe, but that might not work considering, she might be in more danger than imagined. Plus what would happen if Grace and Harry both made little side romances that might mean more than you would guess.

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5. Chapter 5

A/N, this chapter may suck a bit and it might have a chance of having spelling mistakes and all that. I apologize is advanced, I'm writing on my iPhone since I'm on vacation and I have the urge to write this chapter because the idea hit me and its going to be eventful... So sorry. It kinda impossible to go back and check stuff here but, so again. I am so sorry and just thinking about so many mistakes is making me sick so I'm just going to focus on doing the best I can! 

XOXO Nicette:)!!!!!!!!!!!!

 ~Grace's P.O.V~

 Nightime came quickly. The day flew by at a blink of the eye. I just can't seem to get my mind off of Harry, it feels impossible. And if I try to focus on something else, it doesn't feel- 

I can't

describe. 

It. 

 I guess it just doesn't feel natural to focus on something else. I couldn't even do my homework that was assigned. I couldn't pay attention to what my father or Will would say to me. All the thought that ring through my mind was, his curly hair, those sparkling emerald eyes, his face, his perfect pink lips that would over come the paleness of his face. He was all I could think about. Harry. Him. I just really hope all this thinking doesn't come back to bite me in the ass. After my shower I put my hair up in a messy bun and I put on checkered pyjama pants with a navy blue tank top. I pulled out my book and started reading it. Even though it didn't feel natural, I needed my mind to focus on something natural, not some random guy. No. He wasn't some random guy. He was a piece of art, all beauty on the outside, nothing but wood on the inside. No. That wasn't true either. I guess he wouldn't be warning me if he were stale on the inside. I shrugged at the thought as I opened my book. That's when I heard the knock on my glass door. I saw a figure but... It wasn't just any dark figure, Harry. 

  "This better be another mind illusion," I said to myself as I walked up to the door. I twisted the handle and gulped as I saw him. He wore black jeans and boots. His shirt was any other shirt that was completely white. But I have to admit, this was the first time I'd seen him wear a clear colour that wasn't so secretive in two days. And here I am talking like I know him. 

  "This isn't a what did you call it? Mind Illusion?" Harry said cracking a smirk. I snorted. 

   "How? They've been quite vivid, from the two I've had.." I trailed off. Harry hesitated. He sucked in a low breathe as if he were about to do something that would kill him. But then, he grabbed my face in his enormous hands and then he did it. He placed his lips on mine. At first I didn't know what he was doing and I don't think he did either but then, we were both eventually caught up in the kiss. The one earlier from the illusion felt real but the difference between the one from earlier and right now is that, right now, this was real. It was not to be compared. It was sensational. It was amazing. Once we both needed a breathe of air, Harry pressed his forehead against mine and smirked. 

  "Believe me now?" He asked in his thick and heavy voice. I swallowed and nodded. He pulled away from me. 

  "Why are you here? And how do you know where I live?" I asked. 

  "I think we both know why we're here and, I am a very sneaky person who can easily access school records, or get someone to do it," Harry said. He hasn't meant it in the classic high school library chick way but, in a dark, mysterious way that gave me goosebumps. But not in a feared way, it was a way that drove me insane. 

  "I think one of us knows why you're here and the other one, doesn't have a clue," I said crossing my arms across my chest as I realized, I was exposed in front of Harry. In my pyjamas. 

  "Tell me then, have you been thinking about me? In a way where you can't stop?" He asked shifting his left eyebrow and leaning against my computer desk. 

  "Exactly how?" 

  "Well, in a way where you see is my eyes, my greatest features and my 'personality'," Harry said. I gulped loudly. He chuckled darkly. "Have you?" He asked again. 

   "Y-yes," I said nodding frantically. For a moment we just stared at each other. His emerald green orbs into my almost black eyes. "Why?" I asked again when the thought occurred, he had been thinking about me like that, too. Why else would he have been here? Why else would he ask me exactly what I hadn't said out loud? 

  "Grace? Are you talking to someone?" Will asked from the outside of my bedroom door. 

   "Yes, I'm on the phone with my friend," I said. Harry smiled down at his feet, amused with me and the fright my brother had given me. 

  "Which friend?" Will asked sounding worried. 

  "Um... Erm.... Harriet?" I said mind slapping myself. 

  "Harriet? You don't sound certain, are you sure you're alright, Grace?" Will asked. I muttered a 'Hmm' as I faced Harry who was smiling brightly. So brightly that if it was the first time you'd seen him, you wouldn't think he was a dark person. That was unless you looked at his arms and saw tattoos. "Well, what's her last name?" Will asked. I hesitated but then I got it. 

  "Harrison," 

  "Harriet Harrison? Why do I feel like I've heard that name before?" Will asked. I could just picture him brushing his sandy blond hair and rubbing his crystal, diamond blue eyes in frustration. Of course the name was familiar. It was a girl from a TV show that Will and I would watch when we were little. Harriet was her name and her fathers name was 'Harrison'. I shook my head. 

  "Look, I'm lying, I'm talking to a new friend named Amber I made at school," I said. That wasn't actually a lie. 

  "Oh, I did see you talk to her, isn't she the Lawrence girl?" Will asked. I mumbled another 'Hmm' and then I heard him sigh in relief. 

  "Okay well, I'll be in the basement watching the game with dad," will said before I heard footsteps. 

  "Harriet? Really? Might as well just give my name out completely," Harry said laughing. 

  "Don't judge, I was under pressure," I said putting my hands on my hips. Harry laughed a bit more. "Well, get on with by you're here?" 

  "Well, I've been thinking about you just as much as you about me. And as much as I hate to say this, I can't seem to not want to be by you," he said approaching me. In what way though? He could just want to be there because I'm an interesting person or because he wants to get romantic. 

  "Maybe he wants to get romantic but doesn't know if he can do it with you" Harry said grabbing my hands and playing with them. I have him a questioning look. 

  "Why wouldn't you know if you could do it with me?" I asked. He shrugged. 

    "There is just something about you that makes you so innocent, I can't seem to put my finger on it," Harry said placing my hand on his cheek. I felt little pokes if stubble against my hand and I knew there would be scratches. Harry removed my hand and just studied it.  "That's what I mean, you get marked easily, proving that you are weak," Harry said. 

  "So you are saying that you won't get romantic because my skin is weak? I haven't been outside in the sun for weeks-once I get back out there I'll be tougher," I said in protest. Harry darkly chuckled again.  

   "Well, I wasn't finished," 

  "Then be my guest and finish," I said pulling my hand away from him. He walked over to my desk and leaned against it again but then got bored and just looked at the books on my book shelf. 

  "I was saying that, the choice is up to you. You could be mine, and then you could not be," 

   "I want to be yours," I said as soon as he stopped speaking to take a breathe. 

    "You should know something though, before you make the decision," 

    "Well, just talk," I said. 

   "Not everyone will approve if you being with me, by the looks of how your brother acts when you're on the 'phone' he worries quite a bit and as for your friends, they get pale around me," Harry said.  "And not to mention, I'm not the safest person, and I might bring down weight of your shoulders if you choose to be mine," Harry said. It sounded like he wanted me to reject him but he was just checking to see if I had thicker skin. I took a while to make up my mind. Always be comfortable when making a choice. That's what my mother would say to me. I always use that saying whenever I need to make a decision. I even layed down in my bed to think about it. I focused on how Harry studied me, just craving an answer. He stood for about an hour and that's how long we were silent for, I'm guessing. I finally patted on the side of the bed indicating for him to lay down next to me. 

  "I couldn't-" he started. 

   "Nonsense, come, I'm innocent, remember?" I said mimicking him from earlier. He cracked another smirk then walked over and planted his body next to mine. For another moment we stared at each other again. 

  "Who's that?" Harry asked pointing to the picture of my mother which rested on my night stand next to me. 

  "My mother, she was the best person in the world. I don't remember a day she didn't make me feel like I wasn't alone," I said feeling my eyes get moist. 

  "Where is she today?" Harry asked. 

   "The New York Cemetery," I said sniffling. 

  "I'm sorry I brought it up-" 

  "It's fine," I said. Right now Harry didn't look like the scary guy everyone thought he was. Right now his eyes read nothing more but sympathy. Nothing more nothing less. He moved himself closer to me every few minutes I'm guessing in his way to apologize, he wanted to keep me warm. Then eventually I was cuddled up to his chest. If this is what I had to expect if I took the role as his one and only, then, I was his. I think by the look I gave Harry, he knew better than me. I sighed as I took in a breathe of his scent. 

  "I'm yours," 

 

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