Grace's P.O.V.

Embracing the touch of his hand against mine I listened intently to what he had to say, my heart slowly increasing in its pulsating rates as he asked me his final question.

I knew my answer.

But I was going to reverse roles.

"Mike..." I looked up at him and shifted closer before carrying on, "I think you're overlooking some vital pointers to this, if I was to continue being in a relationship with you, I will be causing nothing but more harassment, more attention, and an even bigger chance of a lack of privacy for you. The fans will demand to know who I am, the press will stalk you just in case I'm with you so that they can release to the world my identity, you will have less privacy than you already have all because of me..."
I looked down, taking his hand and tracing the veins on it, "I don't want to jeopardise that last lot of privacy you have for yourself, I don't want to cause more commotion for you than you already have, I don't want you to get hate...so I think the real question is...do you really want to be in a relationship with me?"

I had been leaning in closer as I was speaking, I dreaded his answer, but I was too indulged in those watery eyes that lay millimetres ahead of me, his mouth gaping open oh so slightly, I felt his veins pulsating in his hand...it was silent for a prolonged amount of time.