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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7. Chapter 7

 

  ~Grace's P.O.V~

  Will stared at me with emotion. I couldn't look at him straight in the eye without feeling guilt for what I did months ago. He tried approaching me but I stepped back trying to not make myself throw up. Will sighed and ruffled his hair.

 "Where did you go?" he asked smiling from the joy of seeing me.

  "I can't tell you that," I replied. Will dropped his shoulders.

  "Why did you go?" he asked in a sensitive tone.

  "That's private," I said holding back my tears. Crying was apart of my schedule or something now because that's all I ever did lately.

  "Well I'll pull you in a corner and you can tell me," Will said grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into another room.

  "What the hell?" I barked as he pressed my back against the wall.

  "Why'd you go? Dad and I have been fucking worried ever since you left, and don't even get me started on Harry," Will said pacing around.

  "So he actually cared when I left?" I scoffed. Will looked at me suspiciously.

  "Did Harry do something to make you leave?" Will asked pursing his lips. I gulped back and studied the dirt spots on my shoes. "Did he?"

  "Y-yes?" I replied. Will turned basically red and opened the door. He walked out stomping his feet on the ground until he reached Harry. Will pinned Harry against the wall and cut of his breathing circulation.

 "What the fuck?" Harry huffed in between breaths. Will growled at him.

 "It was your fault! You drove my sister away! You asshole!" Will said before throwing a punch at Harry's face.

  "Will-" I began to say before I got interrupted.

  "No, Grace, he can't just get away with being a fucking idiot!" Will cussed before hitting Harry once more. Harry's lip was bleeding and his cheek was already bruising. Harry clenched his jaw and clutched his fists, and then he fought back to Will.

  "Enough," I said. None of the boys paid attention to me and just continued fighting away. Finally when Will fell unconscious to the ground, Harry stood up and looked down at the floor. I wasn't surprised that he took Will down, I wasn't. Harry was tougher, he'd been through more then he should've. He was provoked and he was merely protecting himself. I sunk down to the floor next to Will and studied his black and blue face.

 "Eleanor?" I called out.

  "Hmm?" she replied.

  "Take Will into the living room and clean him up, please?" I asked standing up. Eleanor nodded and went to go pick Will up along with Louis. I crossed my arms and turned to look at Harry. He had just as much damage on his face as Will did but, he had more blood oozing. I extended my arm and put up my finger and gestured 'come here' to Harry. "While Eleanor handles Will, I'll be dealing with you," Harry sighed deeply and looked at his feet.

  "Should you really do this?" Harry asked.

 "It'll be just like old times," Harry chuckled and crossed his arms. I began walking down the hallway to the bathroom, soon to be stalked by Harry. He sat up on the counter by the sink and exposed to me his face. His lip was swollen, his nose was bloody, and I wouldn't be surprised if one of Will's rings were the cause on his cheek cuts. I poured a few drops of the disinfectant on a cotton ball and began dabbing at the wound on his cheek first.

 "Why did you ever bother doing this?" Harry asked referring to me practically being his nurse. I sighed down and moved a bit of his hair out of his eyes and looked into them like nothing before. I saw the night sky sparkling. The stars in his eyes shined brightly. I smiled up to the beauty he held and leaned closer to his face.

  "I always did it because I loved you more then anything," I whispered shutting my eyes as tightly as I could. I felt Harry pull me into a slight hug and squeezing me.

  "You have always been the one for me," Harry said petting down my hair. I pulled away from him and sighed. I looked at his eyes again. The arrogance and the trouble wasn't existing at the moment. All I could see was sympathy, worry, and hurt.

  "Were you really hurt when I left?" I asked continuing to clean him up.

  "I felt like I lost the one meaning I ever had to continue living on," Harry's eyes scanned down my body. I was that meaning? Then why did he say I was nothing to him? Why did he say that he loved Mariah more then he could ever dream to love me? All those months in New York I replayed that one memory. I replayed the words, the look, the everything that happened. Everything he did and well now, I was his only meaning? What is this?

 "I'm sorry," I said now staring at his plush lips. I placed my hand on his swollen cheek and rubbed my thumb on it in circles. Harry raised his hand up and placed his on top of mine.

 "You're amazing," Harry said studying my eyes this time and I remained studying his lips. Our faces began moving closer and closer until our foreheads were pressed together. Our noses touched lightly and our lips just brushed off one another. We stayed like that for several minutes. My heart was beating uncontrollably. Eventually our lips touched and I was brought into a mind sweeping kiss. My fingers danced in his hair just ruffling it all up and he felt up my back. Harry stood up and pressed me against the wall continuing to kiss me sweetly. I pulled off my cardigan and wrapped my legs around his waist. He caressed up and down my body until he reached the hem of my top. I reached down to the band of his pants and began tugging. Finally when we needed a breathe of air, we pulled apart. I immediately broke down into tears as I realised what I had just done. I just broke my own promise to myself.

 "I'm sorry," Harry said ruffling back his hair.

 "Don't be sorry," I sniffled. "I just c-c-can't go back,"

 "Go back to what?"

 "I can't go back to being the one who loves more then ends up getting broken," I said. Harry looked at me simplified.

 "Then I guess, I truly am sorry, Grace. I'm sorry I caused you to leave, I'm sorry about everything but, you could give me another try,"

 "I can't, Harry. Nobody would want me to anyway," I said looking at myself in the mirror.

  "Well, everything has always been your choice. And something tells me, that will always be an excuse," Harry said before walking out of the bathroom.

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 Hi! I made a trailer and I'm really proud of it so, if you could go watch it, you'd be my friend. Don't judge if it's bad, please, I'm a writer, not an editing wiz so....Yeah..... BEST SONG EVER came out and I'm freaking out! I loved it so much and it was so fantastic! These boys surely know how to keep us entertained! Haha! Sorry, I didn't update yesterday... I was literally re-organising my room and then I got really tired and went to sleep kinda early? So I only replied to comments and made the trailer! Also! Just for today (Maybe tomorrow) if you have any stories of yours or a friend or any story you actually like that you'd want me to read, let me know and I'll do it! I'm in a reading mood :P

XOXONicette:)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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