The Beastly Beauty? (Sequel to Beauty and the Beast?)

It's been four months since Grace Belle, Perrie Edwards, and Maya Canning left the town of Foster. The life in New York has been amazing but... Perrie, Grace, and Maya know that things will never be the same without their lives back in Foster. The three know that they will most probably never see any of the boys ever again. That was-until-the boys find the girls and take them back home. Back to where the scent of danger fills the air so much like it's a drug. But the real problem is, will Grace go back to either Harry or Luke? Will she have to pick between them? Or, will she just take the first chance she has to leave Foster again and make sure she never returns?

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25. Chapter 20

 

  Luke's P.O.V

 I twisted the knob on the door anxiously to Grace's room. I was supposed to bring her her medicine. Today was the day that I was going to see if she confirmed that she loved me or-or Harry. I felt as if I already knew the answer but I was afraid of it. 

  "Luke," she sighed as I walked in. I waved at her and handed her pulls and a glass of water over. She took a sip slowly then set the glass down next to her. "Thanks," she spoke with a slight creak in her voice. 

 "Is it me or him?" I couldn't even control the words spewing from my mouth. Grace looked at me in genuine shock and uphold. 

  "What?" She asked absent mindedly. I sighed and gulped back. 

 "Do you pick me or Harry?" I said, clearer this time. She looked down at her lap and sighed heavily. 

  "Luke, he's basically sacrificed himself for me. He could be dead for me and I'm alive. All because he loves me and, I hate to say this to you but, I love him back. I love Harry. I'm sorry," she said. I nodded my head. 

 "I can't say that I'm surprised. I think I've always known that you loved him more then you could ever imagine to love me." I shrugged, brushing back my hair with my fingers. "I'll make sure that he's alright. I promise," 

 

  Harry's P.O.V

  I was seated alone, with Katie watching me with a sly smile and Dylan was upstairs with Will. I didn't have a good feeling about what was happening. 

  "What are you planning?" I questioned through gritted teeth. 

  "What do you exactly mean, Harry?" Katie teased flipping her hair to the side. 

  "You know exactly what I mean, why the fuck is Will upstairs? If anything happens to him Grace will-" shut up, Styles. You're only giving her what she wants. Don't seem too caring. That's why you're here in the first place. 

  "Oh, sweetheart. What will Grace do? Cry all day? I don't really give a shit. Will is to be targeted at you, Grace will hurt and you'll be broken then you'll be vulnerable." Katie replied with a deep, cold, disposable smile. "And once you're hurt, I can take you. Take this as a-hmm-favour," 

  "Maybe I should be the one who dies then stare at your face all day. I pity you," I spat. Katie raised her eyebrow and walked over to me.  

  "Need I remind you of that special time we spent together. The one where you were just begging for my face to be around you, ontop of you? You seemed to enjoy yourself then." She countered. 

  "Psh. Haven't you ever heard that alcohol impairs your mind?" I muttered under my breathe. Katie rose her hand and striked me across my face. It was hard enough to make my lip bleed. 

 "You sick son of a bitch." She said again before kissing me. Maybe she did still have some feelings for me. "Luckily for you, I like guys like you," she giggled before reaching down to my neck. I didn't have the leverage to push her away so I suffered through the torture. She was horrible at this if anything. For me, anyway. Minutes past before a noise rung through my ears. Not just any noise. A gun shot. 

 "Looks like the first piece of bait is ready," Katie whispered before moving away and walking upstairs. Will was dead. 

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