Lonely

"If you cant figure out where you stand with someone, it might be time to stop standing and start walking." -anonymous



Sorry if it seems kinda bad and a little too fast past, but it was my first fanfic! :)

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33. Gasp!

Graces P.O.V.

"Hey Harold" I said sneaking up behind him. We had taken Jessica back to her house for the first time since this all started and Niall was doing way better and was gonna be released in a couple of weeks. Harry turned around with a smile on his face.

"You know I hate that name"

"Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?" I said starting to run away.

"You'll see!" he started to chase after me. He grabbed my waist from behind and pulled me into him. He started to kiss down my neck to my collarbone. I giggled a little bit.

"How is this supposed to be pay back, Harold?"

"Oh now you've asked for it!" he picked me up and laid me down on the couch. He bit his bottom lip and smashed his lips into mine. It was a passionate kiss, our lips in sync with each others. His hands started to make their way down to the bottom of my shirt. His hands stayed there and started to tickle me. Oh that BITCH! When I finally think he's gonna do something romantic he turns it all around!

"Harold! S-stop! You know I d-don't like g-getting tickled!"

"Never!" he said maybe a little to happy.

"H-harry!"

"NO! I'm stopping till you admit that you love me!" I stopped laughing and starred him deeply in the eyes. Did Harold Edward Styles just say he loves me?

"H-Harry, a-are you saying that you love me?" he looked down and grabbed my hand. He looked back at me, almost like he was starring deep into my soul.

"Listen Grace, I know its soon but, I cant hold it in any longer. Grace Ann Sullivan, I love you."

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