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?


8. Chapter 8


 ~Grace's P.O.V~

 Louis and Niall drove Will back home and told my dad he just drunk too much alcohol. Will probably wouldn't remember anything from the last blow Harry gave him so, he wouldn't be able to contradict anything else the boys said. I couldn't wrap my head around what happened with Harry. I had the feel of his lips on mine for the whole day. This wasn't what I came back for. What I came back for was simply to see if Harry was alright after his 'accident' that turned out to be a lie just for my friends to come back. There was really no other point. I twiddled my thumbs as I sat on the top bunk in the garage. Perrie and Maya agreed that they would share the bottom considering I got played. I listened to the snores the girls gave off. It was late but, how would I sleep? How could I sleep? I needed to leave the pain and staying here was just no help. I stretched my arms up and thought deeply to myself. I needed to go. Now. I quietly climbed down the ladder and turned to my suitcase. I pulled out some black yoga pants and a shirt and quickly changed. I put on a hoodie I brought and took Perrie's car keys. I wasn't going to ask Perrie or Maya to come. No matter what they said I knew that, they will never get over the feeling of heartbreak and it would be my fault. They wanted to stay and figure things out, I could easily tell that but for me, things were already figured out, they were already thought and decided. I would leave everything behind. I got to the car and put my things away. I started the car but then I realised, I couldn't start it.

  "Shit," I said putting my head back in annoyance. This car was a stick shift, I didn't know how to drive a stick shift. I got out of the car and kicked the wheel.

  "Going somewhere?" a voice called from behind. My body froze and I blinked my eyes rapidly. That voice like always belonged to the one and only, Harry Styles.

 "Yes," I replied vaguely as I turned my body around. Harry looked disappointed yet, relieved.

 "Then why don't you go?" he asked crossing his arms. I sighed and put my hands on my hips and looked from side to side.

  "Because, just when you caught me I had a change of mind," I said sheepishly. Harry chuckled in his dark way and looked me straight in the eyes.

  "You can't drive the, can't you?" he asked. I rolled my eyes at him and groaned.

 "Yes, but now there's no point in going anywhere," I said in a whining voice.

  "Do you plan on even sleeping tonight?" Harry asked gesturing his hands towards me. I shook my head and rubbed my arms from the freezing weather. My skin felt like it was turning to sand paper. Harry gestured to me telling me to wait one moment and then walked back inside the house. I waited for about 5 minutes for him to return and when he did, he brought a very large blanket. "Follow me," I nodded my head and I walked behind him. I decided not to fuss. I was going to tell Perrie I wanted to leave in the morning and then she would teach me how to drive her car. It was simple. I would be gone by Monday morning. Eventually after a 10 minute walk, Harry and I reached what seemed to be an empty play space.

 "What's all this?" I questioned as I cracked a smile. Harry set the blanket on a tough patch of snow and gestured for me to lay down on it. I did as told and laid on my back. It wasn't actually as cold as you would think. Harry laid down beside me and we both stared up at the sky, studying the stars. I wrapped a bit of the blanket around myself and so did Harry.

 "I always came here to think when I was little after my parents would hit me," Harry said. "It was a place where I felt at piece, especially when the sky was bright, it for some reason would give me some hope for when I would wake up in the morning," I turned so that I was laying on my side and studied Harry as he spoke. "And now, they decided I was enough trouble and tossed me out of their lives. It's not like I was much to them anyway. It's not like I'm much to anyone, really,"

 "That's not true," I said almost immediately after he spoke. He turned his attention to me and looked into my eyes and sighed.

 "Who else would remain?" Harry asked looking down to my lips then straight back up to my eyes.

 "The boys," I said. Harry snorted.

   "That only works because we have a debt to each other. It doesn't mean they care." Harry said.

 "What about the girls?" I asked moving my hair out of my eyes.

  "They're only there because the boys are there," Harry said. I looked down at the plaid pattern on the blanket and looked back up at him. I gulped back but then managed to open up my mouth.

 "What about me?" Harry's eyes seemed to have gotten brighter. They were sparkling now. I seemed to have lost myself in a gaze before he spoke.

  "Then I would have to ask one thing," Harry said.

  "And that is?"

  "Why did you leave? Why did you have to take off so quickly?" Harry asked. I couldn't escape the question now, it wouldn't be fair to him. I sat up on the blanket and hugged my legs. Harry stayed laying down as he rubbed my back.

  "I heard and saw you with Mariah," I said feeling my water works begin. Harry removed his hand from my back. "I heard when you said you loved her more then you could ever love me, I heard that you said I was nothing, I heard when you said you were just with me to embarrass me, I saw you kiss her! And to make it worse, it was the night after I told you I loved you and when y-you and I-I," I couldn't finish. It was too painful, far too painful. I could feel my breathe hitch and my heart sinking once more. "And the worst part is, I understand why you would go with her. Trust me, I wouldn't pick me either, it just hurts to know it was behind my back," I cried harshly. Harry sat up next to me and looked at me with disbelief and forgiveness.

  "Grace, I would never have sad that if-"

 "If you'd known I was listening," I finished. Harry cupped my chin and made me face him.

  "You are the only one I could ever look at," Harry said. "I was drunk that night, you know?"

  "Why would you be drunk?" I asked clearing away some tears. Harry sighed.

  "Because, I got afraid," he admitted.

  "Of what?"

  "I was afraid that I was in love with you. I was never a person to let that to me," Harry said. "And when I was sure I was, I fell back on Mariah," I gulped back when Harry moved closer to me. Soon enough we were so close to each other just like earlier. And then I was the one who kissed him. I fell back onto the blanket and had Harry hover over me as he kissed me.

 "I love you," I said in between kisses.

  "I love you, too," Harry said. And that was finally the moment he admitted to me that he loved me.


 So I don't have much to say right now. But, don't think things are too happy. Happy endings never come this early for me............ Keep an eye out.........


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