In Perfect Harmony

Grace Masciale is a young waitress trying to get by on her meager salary in busy NYC. Her true passion is music, so she works hard playing open mics and doing whatever possible to "make it" as a musician. When Grace meets Liam Payne, she is thrown into a life in the spotlight. Can she manage a relationship with Liam, while attempting to follow her own dreams?


28. Moving Day

Grace's POV

After Liam and I had said our goodbyes to Andrea and her mom, I gathered a bag with some clothes for the weekend and we scooted out of the apartment. Shutting the door behind me, I looked up at Liam with a grin. 

"Time for a night with Liam." It was really hard to stay mad at the guy who had done so much to make me happy. Plus, standing here, with him, alone, was awfully tempting... 

He returned the playful look. "Time for a night with my favorite girl." 

"Aww shucks." I couldn't help blushing as Liam took my hand and led me to the elevator. As the doors closed behind us, he wrapped his arms around me and shut his eyes as he leaned in for a kiss. My lips met his, and fireworks exploded in my brain. I had missed this so much. We didn't stop for air until we heard the bing of the elevator, signaling that we were in the lobby. Not really in the mood for "Lace PDA" to be all over the tabloids, Liam and I broke apart as we made our way onto the street. We climbed into his SUV and drove away, leaving the cameras in the dust. 


Liam's POV

I was more than relieved to know that Grace wasn't mad at me for pulling her away from Andrea. When I finally had her to myself as we left the apartment, I realized just how much I had missed spending time with her. I barely even noticed the paps as we left her building; I was too distracted by Grace. As we climbed into the car, she giggled. 


"You've got a silly grin on your face." 

"Oh." I tried my best to look serious. "Let's eat something." 

"I can stir up some ramen noodles..."

"No! Not you. This is your vacation." 

"It's really not a big deal..." 

"Grace, you're not cooking. We're getting takeaway."

"Alrighty then. What kind of takeaway were you thinking?" She enunciated the word 'takeaway' with a British accent. 

"Are you mocking me?" 

"Nope," G smiled sneakily.

"If you want, we can get some Chinese takeout with a couple bottles of pop on the side," I replied in my best American accent. Grace nearly fell over laughing. 


I couldn't help cracking up too. "Really?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed, still struggling to catch her breath. "It was pretty exaggerated, but that's what made it perfect."

I rolled my eyes.

We ended up getting Chinese food and pop for dinner.

Grace's POV

Liam and I got our takeout and headed back to his penthouse, as always, ignoring the paps.

After he unlocked his front door, I followed Li into the kitchen, where he put down the bag. I opened the cabinet to pull out some glasses and plates. Eh, dishes. I really wasn't feeling the idea of washing them.

"Hey Liam?"


"Do you have any paper plates?"

"Umm... there might be some on the shelf in the corner over there, from pizza the other night." He pointed to the last cupboard to the right of the sink.

I opened the door and sure enough, there were the paper plates. I turned back to Liam, who didn't even seem to question my avoidance of proper dishes. We were definitely on the same page.

After grabbing some forks and two glasses, I laid the cartons out on the kitchen table and we sat down. Liam poured me some orange soda and then held up his glass in a toast.

"Here's to a wonderful "vacation," and two fantastic shows."

I couldn't help but grin as Liam mentioned my concerts. Our glasses clinked and we dug into our food.


After dinner, I threw the plates in the garbage and put the leftovers in the refrigerator. When I was finished, I turned to Liam with a yawn.

"So what's the plan for tomorrow?"

"We've got studio in the morning, and the afternoon had been designated "Leah's Move-In Day." Harry wants us all to help her get settled in her new apartment."

"Oh, that's right... And then Saturday's my day out with Perrie, and Sunday is my shows!" I let out a sudden gasp as I remembered something.

"What's the matter, Grace?"

"I still don't have a set list, Li!"

"Oh... that's right."

"I have to get working on that right now! And what am I gonna wear, and how should my hair be done, and how much makeup should I wear..." My mind was racing with everything that still needed to get done.

"Grace," Liam said as he took me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes, "Everything will be fine. This isn't like your coffee shop open mics. There are people here to help you. The only thing you need to worry about is deciding on what you're going to sing, and making sure you're ready."

I let out a sigh. "This is still so weird for me to wrap my head around. Sorry I freaked out. I just don't want to screw this up."

"Grace, there is no way in the world you will screw this up. You'll be fantastic."

"Not if I don't even know what I'm going to play!"

"Well, I guess that is important. But so is sleep. You can worry about your set list tomorrow."

"But Liam, I really need to work on it tonight!"

"I promise you. everything will fall into place. Just relax Grace! There's plenty of time. C'mon." He motioned towards the bedroom.

"No Li, I can't! I won't be able to sleep until this is finished!" I sat down on the hardwood floor in protest.

"You're going to sleep, whether you want to or not." Liam reached down and grabbed my foot, and began dragging me through the kitchen and down the hallway.

"Liam, nooooo!" I screeched, trying to stay serious but collapsing into giggles as I looked up at the tall figure in front of me.

"Yesss!" He mimicked me as he laughed. He pulled me through the doorway of his room and let go of my foot as he scooped me up in his arms. He had won this battle.


"Okay, so I was thinking this table could go over here in the corner. Louis, you can put the microwave right on the counter over there. Niall, please be careful with that vase," Leah directed everyone around.

It was the next afternoon; after a successful morning studio session, the boys, Eleanor, and I were helping Leah move in. Perrie was at a press event with Little Mix, and Josh was with Avery to finalize plans for their wedding. 

I dragged a heavy box across the floor to ask Leah where I should put it.

"Grace, that can go in my bedroom." Huh. There was the answer and I never even had to ask the question.

Twenty minutes later, almost everything was unloaded from the U-Haul and unpacked in the apartment. Leah didn't have a ton of stuff, moving from California, and with so many people helping, it had only taken us about two hours.

"Alright guys, the only thing left is the sofa I ordered. Would you boys mind getting it?" Leah asked the five boys, who nodded. Eleanor, Leah and I stood by to watch as Louis, Liam, Niall, Harry and Louis went downstairs to bring the couch up.

Several minutes later, the elevator doors in the hallway opened, and out came the boys carrying the chocolate brown loveseat, wearing glaring looks as the sweat dripped down their faces.

"Leah," Harry panted, "You might have chosen the smallest one, but you also chose the heaviest!"

"Oops," she grinned. We watched as the five struggled to fit the couch through the door, finally making it fit at a weird angle.

"Right over there in front of the wall is good," Leah told the boys.

"Okay, everybody, down on three," Liam instructed. "One, two-"

"OW!" Harry screamed, along with several other expletives as he fell to the floor.

"Niall, we said down on three!" Liam exclaimed.

"Sorry... my hand slipped."

"Babe, are you okay?" Leah rushed over to Harry.

"That stupid couch fell on my foot! Agh!" Haz cringed as he held his leg. 

I glanced town at his left foot. It was turning purple, and looked pretty banged up.

"Ugh, Harry, we've got to take you to the hospital. That's a nasty wound you've got there."

"Just get me some ice, I'll be fine."

"No Harry, we're bringing you to the ER. It's probably broken." Leah was trying to stay calm.

"Leah," he replied, "I'm really okay."

"No you're not, Haz. Stop trying to be tough." Zayn spoke up,

Harry blushed. "Fine."

"Grace, Leah and I will take Harry. You guys stick around here. The paps will go mental if we all leave together." Liam told everybody.

It was just another crazy day in the life of One Direction.


Harry's foot was indeed broken. He was lucky enough to avoid needing crutches, but he had to wear a boot for the next two months. After driving him and Leah home from the hospital, Liam took me back to his place. I glanced at my watch; it was 5:05. I had plenty of time to figure everything out for Sunday.

"Okay, here's the plan," Liam said as I sat down on the couch. "You do your thing, and I'll go out and run some errands. I'll be back around 7 with dinner. Sound okay?"

"Sure! I hate to kick you out of your own house, though. You're welcome to stay."

"You're not kicking me out! I really do have to go out. So make yourself at home, and feel free to use the study or whatever you want."

"Thank you Liam! You're the best." I pecked his lips before he headed out. As the door shut behind him, I was left in the silence, for the first time in days. Grabbing my songwriting notebook and a pencil, I ran down to the library with the grand piano and grabbed Liam's guitar. I had a lot to do.


Liam's POV

"Grace, I'm back!" I called out into the apartment when I returned around 7:30. There was no response. I started to panic, and then realized that she was probably off working on the show stuff somewhere, completely oblivious to everything around her. Walking down the hallway, I stopped outside of the study at the sound of a guitar. I could hear her sweet voice as she strummed. It was a slow song, and the lyrics seemed as though she had chosen every word with great care. I could have stood there for hours, just listening, but I knew I had to actually let her know I was home. I carefully opened the door and peeked my head in. Grace didn't notice at first, her eyes closed as she sung. I shifted my feet and her eyes flew open.

"Liam! You scared me!"

"I'm sorry. I've been calling your name but you didn't hear me."

"Oops, sorry. I've been a little locked  into this." Her cheeks blushed.

"No big deal. I just wanted you to know that I brought some deli sandwiches home."

"Great! Do you mind if I finalize this song first? It shouldn't take too long."


I walked back down the hall and sat down at the table, going on to Twitter to pass some time while I waited for Grace. I did a follow spree and replied to a couple tweets, then creeped on people's profiles aimlessly for a while.

I looked up at the clock; it was 9:25, and Grace still hadn't come out. I knew she had a lot to do, but it really wouldn't hurt to take a break for ten minutes. Whatever. I was tired of waiting, and I was hungry. I unwrapped my sandwich and finished it quickly. I stuck hers on a plate, and brought it to her with a glass of water. She barely looked up from her guitar as I set them down on the grand piano.

I shut the door behind me and walked back into the living room, collapsing onto the couch. I flipped on the TV and watched a baseball game, alone.



There's an update for you! Sorry it took so long... I hope you find it a little more interesting. Sooo there's some drama... dun dun dun.

I'll update again when I can! 

Predictions? Comments? I want to hear from you!

I love you guys so much- the support for this story is amazing!

-Katie :)

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