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.


7. Chapter 6


 ~Grace's P.O.V~ 

  I woke up at about 4:00am. I was still cuddled up in Harry's arms. I sat up which woke him. 

  "What's wrong?" He asked as he blinked his eyes rapidly from the worry. 

  "Nothing. Aren't your parents going to get worried about you?" I asked rubbing my eyes. 

  "No, they'll just get angry and when I go home I guess I'll just have to face it," Harry said shrugging. He didn't seem so fond about it as he spoke. 

  "Why do you say it like that?" I asked. 

  "Like what?" 

  "Like you're-like you're-afraid," I said. Harry stared into my eyes like he was hiding something. 

  "If I told you, promise me you won't tell a soul," Harry said, practically gulping. Was he afraid though? Of what? I held out my pinky and he chuckled as he linked his with mine. 

 "I promise," 

 "My parents don't typically like having me around, I don't know if its because I practically ruined their life but, they take it out on me," he said and stopped talking. 

  "How badly?" I asked. He hesitated for a moment before grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it until it just peaked over his hip bone. There was a large bruise. Some part of it was yellowish, other parts were black and blue, and in some it was purple. All of these colours indicated that he was hit at different times. "Oh Harry," I sighed. He shrugged and let his shirt fall down normally. My eyes focused on his hip bone. Even though it was covered up, I knew he was injured. For the first time in my life I was realizing how much looke can be deceiving. "A-are there anymore?" 

  "Yes... But those aren't necessarily bruises," Harry said. I wasn't going to ask him to show me any injuries, it wouldn't be fair to him. I bet if I did ask, he'd think I'd be using him as a freak show for his pain, that wasn't fair. "But those are for another day," I completely agreed with him. Maybe he wasn't ready to expose himself like that. 

 "Yeah, another day," we both fell asleep once again after that. 


  "Grace, it's time to wake up," Will whispered to me. It must've been morning already. "Grace, wake up or else the buckets coming," Will joked. I kept my eyes closed but I laughed, then a sudden rush swept through me. Wasn't Harry here? My eyes shot open and I sat up faster than lightening and looked to my side.

  "Great, you're up, get dressed and come down and join dad and us, it's pancake day," Will smiled. Will walked out of my room and I rushed up. I searched around the room before my phone beeped indicating I had a text. 

 FROM: Harry Styles 

  Stop searching, you won't find anything, I left when your brother started knocking on the door. I'll see you at school. 


  I texted back a 'OK' but he didn't reply and that wasn't really anything to ask for more and be th annoying girl. I did my morning routine once again and rushed down to breakfast with a sparkling glow on my face. My dad and Will noticed and looked at my strange. 

  "Did someone get a good nights sleep?" My dad asked ruffling his blond hair. 

  "Maybe, it's just an amazing day," I said sitting down a sighing happily. 

   "I don't know what the hell you're talking about but, it's raining and snowing, it's freezing and it's Wednsday, I don't know what you mean," Will said taking a bite of pancake. 

  "I don't know either, I just woke up like this, William," I said like a five year old child. Will hated whenever I called him by his full name, he thought it was far too formal. The rest of breakfast was spent by the three of us laughing and just talking. I don't remember feeling so happy, glad, and willing to talk with Will and my father. It was nice. 

 Will drove us to school and he of course, went to his friends and I went to my locker where once again, Maya greeted me by hugging me from behind, and surprisingly I hugged back. Maya and I spoke for a while until Harry approached us. 

 "We need to talk," Harry said more or less absently. I looked over and down at Maya. Like Harry said, she had gone pale. 

  "Is it important?" I asked. He gave me a look rant answered it enough, this was about his warning he gave me about Dylan. I felt Maya pull me away and She was shaking. 

  "Why does he keep coming around you?" She asked. I looked over at Harry and he nodded, allowing me to tell her. 

 "He's my boyfriend," I said with a slight smile. 

  "You're dating Harry Styles?" Maya asked. I nodded. "I have to tell Dylan!" She said excitedly. "Maybe he'll finally make amends with Harry!" She said. Before I knew Maya ran off, then I had a feeling, something bad was about to happen. I just didn't know what. 


 Hi! It's me again! So the contest is still going on since I only started it a few hours ago. There's already a number of people who've entered and I can tell you I'm already having a hard time choosing winners. So if you don't happen to get picked, that'll be fine because in future purposes, there will be more contests. Perhaps a sequel I make which I'm confident will happen because I already know what's going to happen in the story. I may also have another contest during this story for characters I might add! Keep your eyes open! 


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