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?


11. Chapter 11


  ~Grace's P.O.V~

 It's funny how things can change in a blink of the eye. Luke rushed out of the room shortly after Harry.

  "What do you mean by that?" I asked. Perrie stiffened and put her lips in a straight line.

 "Harry is angry, and for the first time in a while, he's heartbroken," Perrie said. I shifted my eyebrow and cleared my throat.

  "I don't follow..."

 "He's angry, what does Harry do when he's angry?" Perrie asked, arms still crossed.

  "He gets revenge? I dunno," I replied.  Perrie sighed deeply and walked out of the room, leaving me like I was in the beginning. Alone. I laid down on my back and ran my fingers through my hair. Great shit. I sighed as I looked up at the pale, white ceiling. "What more can I do to destroy everything?" and in that moment I knew, I couldn't leave Foster again. Not while everything was down the drain.

*Two days later*

 Things are just frustrating now. Luke is being the kindest, most sweetest person on the plane, and Harry... He's been giving me the silent treatment. I really shouldn't be annoyed with the state of things but, I  couldn't help it. I just wanted to throw a shoe at Harry's face and then just treat him into great care. I swear to god, if I randomly die on the spot, it will be because of Harry. I got out of my bed and scurried over to my pile of clothes. I pulled out a pair of lavender yoga pants and long sleeved black top. I went to sit over on the couch. I was supposed to stay inside the room all day, all because Harry decided it would be safer for me. That little bastard just didn't want  me around. It was roughly 10:30am when the door opened. It was of course, the twisted son of a bitch who I was hopelessly in love with. Shoot me now. Harry laid a plate of food on the coffee table in front of me, along with a mug of hot chocolate. Well, he really slammed the mug onto the table and looked at me with disbelief.

 "Thanks," I said. Harry just continued to the door without giving me so much as another glance. "Thanks," I said again, but louder. Harry just waved his hand in the gesture that said 'I just did what I was told too'. I got up from the couch fiercely and stomped my foot on the ground. I walked up to Harry and grabbed his wrist right before he twisted the knob on the door. He jerked his head back and looked at me, his eyes dark.

 "What?" he asked with a deep, masculine, and more or less, terrifying tone in his voice.

  "I-I wanted to check and see if you had heard me when I said 'thank you'," I stuttered out.

  "I heard you perfectly clear," Harry said looking down at his wrist, emphasising that he didn't want me to hold on to him. Yet, I still didn't let go.

 "T-then w-why didn't you s-say a-anything?" I stammered. Harry looked at me straight in the eyes.

 "Because I didn't want to," he said trying to haul away his arm. When he did I moved in front of him so he couldn't leave. Harry snorted and crossed his arms. "What are you expecting?" he asked crossing his arms.

 "A reaction! Words! Anything as long as you bother to talk to me, Harry," I said. Harry chuckled and looked down at his feet. He gripped my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

  "Goodbye. There's something," Harry said before moving me away from the door and leaving. I quickly ran over to grab my fuzzy boots and ran after him inside the house. Once he made it to the living room, he sat down and all eyes were on me.

 "I thought you were supposed to stay in hiding," Eleanor said pushing her hair out of her eyes.

 "Yeah, me, too," I said.

  "Well, I guess it's fine. Sit next to me!" Perrie cooed patting the empty couch space next to her. I nodded and rushed to go sit next to her. The TV was on but I didn't pay attention to it. I looked directly at Harry the whole time. As minutes passed by, there was a knock on the front door. Everyone froze and I noticed Maya turning pale. I jumped up off the couch without thinking and went to go answer the door. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw that beige vest, that gelled hair, and those nerdy glasses.

 "Marcel? What are you doing here?" I asked scratching the back of my neck.

 "Well, I came to find my twin brother. His name is Harry, have you met him before?" he asked. I nodded my head forward trying not to lose vision. "Well, I guess it's time to meet my brother then,"


Hey guys! No one besides like two people told me about whether bringing Marcel into the story was a good idea or not so, I asked my bestie and she practically begged me to so, that's what I did! Either way, I don't have anything else for right now besides the whole GQ thing. I get that all of us are pretty pissed off about the things the interviewers asked and I'm wondering myself if those were the actual answers that the boys gave so... Yeah. My point is, don't go hating, people will do what people want to do for money, it's just the world we live in. There isn't anything we can actually do about it, but if you choose, give your thoughts to the editors and crap but, be nice, I hear people have been quite, rude about it all. Either way (Again) have a nice day, afternoon, or evening wherever you people of earth, mars, Jupiter, or Saturn.


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