The Meeting

Meeting the boys will change Gracie's life forever. Will it be for good or bad? Will her heart break or will she live happily ever after? Read to find out.


17. Finally Mine

Gracie's Pov:

I woke up still cuddled up to Harry. I looked up at him. He was still asleep. He looked so peaceful. I still couldn't believe he stayed with me. His eyes fluttered open.

"Morning," I whispered.

"Morning love," he replied smiling.

We sat there staring into each other's eyes for a while. His green eyes were mezmorizing and I found myself getting lost in them. I came out of my trance when he smiled and scooped me up. He took me downstairs and put me on a barstool.

"Pancakes or eggs?" He asked with a smirk.

" PANCAKES!!!" I yelled.

"Oh well you sound quite energetic, I guess you don't need the chocolate chips..." He said.

"No no no no no I'll be quiet!" I exclaimed.

He shook in the chocolate chips and I smirked. I got off the barstool and snuck over to the chocolate chips. I grabbed a handful of chocolate chips and stuffed them in my face. Harry looked at me with his brows furrowed.

"That's disgusting and unhealthy." He said.

"Alright dad," I sighed. We both laughed and he handed me a plate with three pancakes on them. I poured two glasses of lemonade and set them on the table. When I was stuffed I moved to the couch and plopped down next to Harry who was channel surfing.

I looked at him. He was so handsome. His jaw was perfectly sculpted. His curls fell over his forehead and his eyes glimmered in the dim light. He turned his head catching me looking at him and I looked down blushing. When I looked back up he had turned back to the tv.

Harry's pov:

Out of the corner of my eye I could see her staring. I watched her eyes flicker left and right, up and down. I looked at her, big mistake. She turned away looking down. Her cheeks swelled up with pink and I turned away feeling mine get heated as well. I looked back at her to see her on twitter. I studied her face. I didn't understand why she wore makeup, she was gorgeous without it. Her hair was a mess but it made her look even more beautiful.

She looked up and I got a bit embaressed. We had both caught each other staring. As soon as she had looked up though, she looked right back down.

"Why do you look at me like that?" She said barely audible.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like I'm some rare creature." She replied again almost silent.

"Because," I said. "Your beautiful and you're not like any other girl I've ever met. I get butterflies around you." I lifted her chin up and brought her lips to mine. She hesitated a bit before kissing back. Our lips molded perfectly. She broke the kiss and looked up at me. She looked upset but her lips soon tugged up into a smile. She brought her lips back to mine leaving me with a short sweet kiss.

"So now what?" She asked.

"Well I guess I need to ask you something," I smirked. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Of course," she smiled kissing me once again. She was mine. She was finally mine.

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