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?


16. Chapter 15


  ~Grace's P.O.V~

  Energy. I just need some damn energy. My father demanded me to remain in bed rest for the whole day just to be sure I was alright. Even though I felt just as bad as I did yesterday but now, I can speak properly and I can sit up. I just want to try walking around. I hate having the feeling that I'm being babysat. I sat on the bed in Harry's room with my arms crossed. Harry was laying next to me on his side. He let out a soft snicker as I sighed in frustration.

 "What?" I spat. Harry curved his lips into a deep smile and grabbed my right hand softly.

  "You'll be up and running soon. I promise," Harry assured.

  "Can you cast a spell that will automatically make me glow in health?" I asked. Harry laughed light-heartedly and shrugged.

  "If I could, I would. Trust me," Harry said brushing his hand across my cheek. I know this is crazy but, I know I love Harry but what about Luke? I still have some feelings for him. I guess it's just some indecisive thing. I feel the need to tell Harry that I'm still pretty confused but, I think he knows already. Maybe he's just trying to win me over. Which not to mention, is working. I slumped back into the bed so that I was face to face with Harry. He played with my untamed hair as he dazed himself into my eyes.

 "I'm sorry I left a while back," I said, breaking the silence between us. Harry sighed.

 "It's fine. I should apologise to you. I should've never said anything to Mariah. I should've never lied," Harry said blinking.

 "I didn't know that leaving you would affect you in any way," I said placing my hand on his cheek. "But, did you ever question about whether Mariah was someone you wanted to be with?" Harry didn't speak for a while but finally cleared his throat.

 "Yes. I did have my doubts, I admit. But, once I lost you, I knew that you were the one I-I loved," Harry said. "I'm sorry I was too late,"

 "It's alright. Though, now you have to understand that I'm having my doubts about whether Luke should be romantically involved in my life," I said, feeling empty. I didn't think that I would need much more time to think. If things would always be like this with Harry, then I'm already determined about who I want to be with. But there's one problem. Things so good and perfect most times never last. Just before either of us spoke again, there was a faint knock on the door.

 "Must be Perrie. It's her turn to watch you," Harry said. I groaned causing Harry to chuckle. Harry walked over to the door and opened it to reveal a very stressed Perrie. She passed Harry without saying anything and rushed towards me. She seemed to be panting. "I'll see you later," Harry said walking over and pecking my lips. I nodded and smiled at him.

 "See you then," I said as he shot me a cheeky smirk. Harry shut the door slowly as I turned my attention to Perrie. "What's wrong?" I asked with a fatal chuckle. She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

 "I was with Zayn last night," she snapped.

  "Yes. I heard the noises, everyone heard the noises," I corrected. Perrie gave me an anxious glare and sighed in frustration.

 "I didn't want to give in to him but, I let myself, why did I do that? I'm normally so resistant," Perrie said falling onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling.

 "Maybe it's because you love him...?" I trailed off. Perrie looked back at me, flustered.

 "It's not 'maybe' it's definite. I knew I loved him when we left. I left him because I loved him and I'm just going to go back into the same position we were in four months ago," Perrie explained. "Did Thomas inject you with the anti-virus yet?"

  "About an hour ago. I have the band aid to prove it," I said holding up my arm for extra effect. Perrie smiled then got up.

  "What can we do that's fun?" she asked picking her hair up in a pony tail.

 "I have no clue. I'm on bed rest," I said pointing down at the bed.

  "Well, how about you tell me what's going on between you and Harry?" Perrie asked sitting on the chair next to the bed. I sat up once again and looked at Perrie who was smiling brightly.

 "He loves me. That's confirmed. And I love him, too. But, I just don't know if I still want to be with Luke." I said. Perrie pursed her lips and rested her head on her shoulder.

 "Well, I guess you have to make a choice," Perrie said, stating the obvious. I nodded my head forward staring blankly out the window. "Well, anyway, let's not talk about the boys. Let me go get all the other girls and we can just have a girls night in here. That is-if Harry doesn't mind."

 "Yeah, it is his room after all," I shrugged.

 "But, as long as you're entertained and safe, I don't think he'll ever mind," Perrie stated. I gulped down and nodded.


 "C'mon, you can step forward, right?" Harry asked from across the room.

  "I was poisoned two days ago, I was in your bed the whole time without moving except for going to the bathroom, I still feel like shit, and my legs feel like jelly. Do you honestly, truthfully believe that I'm going to walk across the room without struggle?" I asked looking down at my feet. I was out in the living room, gaining my strength back. It was going so well. I never spent more then an evening without walking around. When my mother was sick, I always did a few errands for her while my father looked after her. I guess it just felt as if I forgot to walk. Harry walked over to me and kneeled down.

 "You still feel sick?" he asked. I nodded my head forward. "Maybe there was more poison then we estimated to be poured. Maybe I should lay you back down in bed,"

"No!" I protested. Harry stood up and put his arms up in defence. "I don't want to do nothing for another few days. Even if someone is trying to kill me,"

 "Who's trying to kill you?" a voice called out. It was Louis. Was he home now? Everybody was at school by now. Harry and I heard a door shut and a few footsteps. Louis and Eleanor walked into the living room and saw Harry there.

 "Someone's trying to kill me, aren't they?" I asked scratching the back of my neck. Louis and Eleanor exchanged a long glance.

 "Right," Eleanor said. I gave a puzzled look to the three people standing in front of me as they all looked down.

  "Is something going on?" I questioned staring down at my own, pale, cold, and maybe even swollen feet. The struggle to reach the living room must've triggered something sensitive in my feet or something.

  "No one is trying to kill you. They're trying to kill Harry," Louis said clearly. My jaw dropped down. Of course. When I drank the poison, it was out of Harry's water bottle. That he hadn't touched. Because he didn't want to get sick. Because Dylan is after his half brother who 'ruined' his life.

  "Why didn't you just tell me that?" I asked feeling a shiver go down my spine.

 "Because we knew that if we told you that you were the one in danger, you would know how to handle it better then having Harry be the target," Eleanor explained. They were right. At least if I died, I'd get to be with my mother. But if Harry died... I wouldn't know how to handle myself. I would honestly be broken.

  "But exactly why would Dylan have kidnapped me all those months ago if it's Harry he wants dead?" I crossed my arms furrowed my eyebrows. The three looked at each other once more and pouted their lips vaguely.

 "Because Dylan wants Harry dead and he wants you to help him," Louis stated.

  "And why would I help him?"

  "Because, Grace. You're brother is already in enough danger then he should be," Eleanor spoke.

 "H-how so?"

  "Because he's dating Katie. And Katie is Dylan's half sister. She's from the side Harry isn't from. And you know exactly about how the girls are the smarter and stronger ones from a family, don't you? And as of this moment, Grace. You cannot get near to your brother or else, they'll be hell to pay,"


Hi! I just wanted to say that that last part may be a tiny bit confusing but, I'll try to explain it more clearly in the next chapter! And also, the contest will end by either Thursday or Friday of this week! Okay so, tell me, who's your favourite character from the story? Let me know through either kik messenger (Nicettegonzalez13) or down in the comments! Have a nice day, afternoon, or evening wherever you are in the world! Bye!


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