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.


9. Chapter 7

A/N most of the story will be by Grace's P.O.V, I just thought you should know. And for some chapters I'm just going to type in a song at the top that I find would help with reading the certain chapter. There's no song for this chapter, but maybe for the next one. 

  Harry's P.O.V

  What is actually happening to me? This girl is taking over my life and everything I do. I snuck into her house, and I admitted what I felt for her. And what happened with Katie.. I simply just told her she just wasn't the girl I wanted. I looked over and saw that Grace was basically frozen as Maya walked off. I had a feeling this wasn't exactly good. At all. I walked up to Grace and I stood so that I was facing her. But I was close enough that our faces almost collided. 

  "What's wrong?" I asked. 

  "Why shouldn't I be around Dylan?" She asked. I scanned the hallways both left and right and made sure no one was looking. I grabbed Grace's wrist and pulled her into the janitors closet. 

Grace's P.O.V

 His breathe basically swept on through my body. I shivered every time he took a breathe. He was giving me the effect again. The one where all I could think about was him, even though he stood in front of me. 

  "Why shouldn't I be around Dylan?" I asked once again. Harry said me on a desk that was in the janitors closet. He grunted and just stared down at his feet, both of his hands were on both sides of my body, just resting on the wood.  He sucked in another breathe. 

  "Dylan used to live with me in my house, he was my half brother from my mothers side, we didn't share the same father because my mother cheated on my dad with his and his dad doesn't even know he was conceived." 

  "That doesn't explain anything," I said. 

  "Well, my parents only ever hit me, they never touched Dylan. So one night, Dylan had snuck out and I had gotten a huge beating and it was the worst pain I'd ever felt so I spilled that Dylan was gone, and I told them about where he disappeared off too and they picked him up and well, he was hot pretty hard. He ran off again during the evening and went to an orphanage or a shelter, I'm not so sure about that part but, he hasn't stepped near the street and my parents haven't looked for him," Harry said grunting once more. 

  "So he hates you for making himself run away from home? Shouldn't he be happy for escaping those people?" I asked. 

  "No, it's just, after all the trauma he started doing drugs and drinking and that's the part he hates me for. He hates me because I told our parents he ran off for twenty minutes," Harry grunted again, this time clutching his chest.

"Are you okay?" I asked. He nodded but it looked like he used more effort than actually needed. "Lift up your shirt," I demanded. At first he shook his head forcefully so I ended up hauling his shirt off. He had a wound around his cardiac area. It looked like he was cut. 

  "Oh Harry," I said examine his wound in the low light. There was one lamp turned on, I'm guessing the big ones were broken. "We have to clean the before it gets infected," I said. I spotted a cloth in the corner and a bucket of what I was hoping was water. Harry didn't reject me when I told him to sit where I sat once I began dabbing. "Does Maya know about Dylan?" I asked dabbing. He groaned from the sting but then breathed heavily again. 

  "No," he replied grimly. "And you shouldn't tell her either," he said. I nodded knowing that I should listen to him. 

  "Could I ask you something?" 

  "Anything," Harry replied. 

   "Is this why you're so rebellious?" I asked nodding towards his wound. Harry cupped my chin and lifted up my face and stared straight into my eyes like he enjoys doing so nicely. 

 "I don't think I can answer that," Harry said. I nodded and continued dabbing. When I was done, Harry and I walked out of the closet and everyone was scattered through the hallways. It was second period, they were all probably getting their books. Harry gripped my hand once we arrived at my locker so I could get my thing. Once he did that I heard crying. I turned around to see that across the room was a yelling Dylan, and a crying Maya. No one payed attention to either of the two but I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off of them. I saw Dylan grab Maya's wrist and it looked like it hurt and by the sound of Maya's cries, it did. I didn't know what I was exactly going when I walked over to the two. 

  "Let her go," I said through clenched teeth. 

     "Get away from here," Dylan said using his free hand for gestures. 

   "No! Let her go and leave her alone, asshole!" I yelled. Dylan let go of Maya and pushed me harshly against the locker making my twinge. 

   "I let go," Dylan whispered. I shut my eyes tightly then I felt as if a weight was lifted off of me, then I knew. Harry. I opened my eyes to see that Harry had pulled Dylan away from me. Harry took a fist full of Dylan's shirt for leverage so he could pin Dylan against the locker. Then after that Harry pressed his forearm on Dylan's neck to cut off his breathing. 

  "Touch her again and I will kill you," Harry said with his eyes dark showing he was angry. 

   "You wouldn't dare," Dylan said using far more effort than you would normally need to talk.   Would you like to test me?" Harry asked. Dylan shook his head and Harry pulled away. "Why is she so important to you?" Dylan asked. So Maya might have not said anything about Harry and I. Then if she didn't, what was he doing to Maya? 

  "She's mine. That's all you need to know," Harry said. Harry nodded his head in my direction indicating I should go with him. I was officially his and now everyone knew. 

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