Harry found he was shaking as he followed Grace towards his bedroom, having no idea how his night had come to end like this.

He'd been on cloud nine ever since he'd kissed Grace and was both nervous and hopeful of where it was going to go from there.

What was going to happen to him now?

It was Lucy's word against his and of course her family would take her side.

Was Grace going to go to the police now?

Would he go to jail or be kicked out of the country?

What would his mum think?

Maybe if he had just gone out with Lucy, this would never have happened.

He walked behind Grace, watching her clench and unclench her fists as she walked, her tiny body radiating such anger he could feel it coming off her in waves.

She reached Harry's bedroom door and stopped short of walking in, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply before entering, Harry following behind her.

"Shut the door," Grace instructed him.

Harry closed the door behind them both and stood rooted to the spot, too afraid to move.

"Did you do it?" Grace asked him, seeing no point of beating around the bush, "did you do what she said?"

"God no," Harry's eyes widened, and he took a couple of steps towards Grace, "I never touched her, I swear Grace, I never did!" he implored, "I've never like her in that way and when I tried to tell her again tonight..." he trailed off, his eyes beginning to fill with tears.

Grace said nothing, she simply stood and listened to Harry.

"Especially..." he paused, "especially after what happened between us tonight..." he said quietly.

Grace felt her body flush as she recalled Harry's lips on hers but shook the memory from her mind, she had something much more important to tend to.

"Do you believe me?" Harry asked quietly, a touch of fear in his voice, "you have to believe me Grace..."

Harry watched Grace begin to pace back and forth across his room, her fingers massaging her temples.

"I do believe you Harry," Grace said, "I just don't want to believe that she would be capable of lying about such a thing either."

Harry could understand where she was coming from, but all he cared about right now was clearing his name against Lucy's accusations.

"You asked me to trust you," he reminded her, "why did you ask me that?"

Grace stopped pacing and sighed, before looking at Harry.

"Before I tell you, this isn't here because of you," she said, "it was here long before you came along, I just never got rid of it..." she was wringing her hands together nervously as she began to walk over to his side of the room, "maybe we should sit..." she suggested.

Harry slowly walked over and sat down on his bed, waiting for Grace to join him.

"No, maybe I should stand..." she bit her lip as she stood in front of him.

Harry looked up at her, waiting for her to speak, no idea what was going to come out.

Grace took a deep breath before she spoke.

"This used to be the girls bedroom," she began, "couple of years ago..." she waved her hand around in a vague motion, "anyway, something...happened.   They..." she stopped again, her hand on her mouth before she continued, "something...it doesn't matter but then I had a nanny camera installed in here..." she trailed off.

Harry felt sick to his stomach.

It was the last thing he expected to come out of Grace's mouth.

The girls.

What had happened to those girls?

"Grace, what...the girls..?" he whispered.

She shook her head quickly, her eyes squeezed shut before she opened them again.

"I...I found them in time but..." Grace paused, "there's so much more to the story Harry..."

"You know you can tell me anything," Harry said as she stood up and moved to stand in front of her.

She shook her head sadly.

"I can't," she whispered, "you would hate me, you would see me differently..." she trailed off, "you would see why my life is like this..." she said so quietly he almost missed it.

Harry tentatively reached out and wiped a lone tear that had slid down her cheek, feeling Grace lean into his touch.

"I could never hate you," he smiled.

Grace returned his smile, albeit a small one.

"The nanny camera still works," she suddenly said, "I meant to have it disconnected but I just never got around to it," she gestured to the power point near the door, "it will show what exactly happened in here tonight, I can access footage from it..."

Harry looked to where she was pointing and realised why that one never worked for him.

"I wasn't spying on you," she said, "I just completely forgot about it."

"So, does it constantly tape me in my room?" Harry asked, then swallowed nervously after he realised something.

"When there's movement and only if I choose to go and look at the footage, no one else can access it," she replied.

Oh god.

What if she looked at footage from him in his bed from last night?

"Last night..." he murmured to himself, "I mean can you..." he looked at Grace, "can you just look at the footage from now?  Please?" he asked.

"Absolutely," she replied, "can I borrow your phone?"

Harry grabbed his phone from his bedside table and passed it to Grace, watching as she brought up a site and typed in an access code.  He could see both he and Lucy talking with each other, but he couldn't hear what they were saying.

Grace turned the volume up as she watched Harry put his hands-on Lucy's shoulders and then Lucy push them away from her body, drawing in a sharp breath.

"Why am I not good enough?"

"Excuse me?"

"Grace is good enough for you but I'm not..."

"Grace is my boss..."

"Is she?  Is that what she said when she had her tongue down your throat?  I saw the two of you, I watched the two of you in the barn, I knew you were fucking her..."

"I'm not...we're not..."

"Liar!  So, when are we going out on that date?"

"We're not, I don't think of you in that way, I'm sorry."

"I wonder what my brother would say if he knew about the two of you?"

"Not bloody much."

"Go out with me or I'll tell him, I'll tell everyone about the two of you and how you're fucking her behind his back."

"We're not and I won't!  I'll tell him first before I let you."

"Really?"  No...you don't get to win that way...no one says no to me..."

Grace covered her mouth in shock as she watched Lucy step back and pull at her hair and her dress, slapping herself across the face before screaming and running out of Harry's room.

She turned off the phone and handed it back to Harry, her face as white as a sheet.

"I'm so sorry Harry that she did that," she whispered, "I knew you would never do something like that but I also never thought..." she trailed off, her eyes turning to Harry's door, anger beginning to burn in them, "I also never thought she would ever do something like that...the fucking...fucking little bitch!"

Grace started moving to Harry's door, pure rage surging through her at the thought of what Lucy had done.

She was going to kill her.

Grace was just about to reach for the door handle when a pair of arms circled her body, pulling her away.

"Let me go!" she said through gritted teeth, "let...me...go Harry!' she thrashed about in his arms and when that didn't work, she stomped down onto his foot, causing him to curse and loosen his grip on her before her elbow connected with his stomach.

Harry let go of Grace, doubling over as he felt the wind being knocked out of him before she whirled around to face him, her hand raised in a fist, ready to hit him.

Grace suddenly stopped, the sight of Harry shocking her.

What had she done to him?

Her expression softened, and she lowered her fist, shame overcoming her.

She didn't want to hurt Harry, not ever.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I didn't mean...I just...I can't believe she would do that..."

Harry stood up and coughed, giving Grace a wry grin.

"Remind me never to piss you off," he smirked before coughing again.

Grace reached out and pressed her hand to his stomach, rubbing it gently to soothe the contact from her elbow.

Harry grabbed her hand in both of his and held it.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked, "I mean, she's your sister-in-law..."

"What do you suggest I do?" Grace replied, "she's accused you of something so abhorrent..."

Harry thought about it for a moment.

It seemed there was much more to Grace that he didn't know, he felt he had barely scratched the surface with her.

And he wanted to know what was underneath.

He also knew that other members of her family would give her grief over this and it was something he didn't want for her.

"She knows about us," he replied, "do you think she'll say something to James?  To Joan?"

"I don't know," Grace sighed, "with this however, I'd hope she's smart enough to keep her stupid mouth shut."

"Look," Harry said, "if she apologises and stays away from me from now on, I'll be happy with that."

"Really?" Grace looked at him like he'd grown a second head, "but after she-"

"Grace," Harry pulled her hand gently, bringing her closer to him, "I don't want to cause any more trouble for you."

"But you haven't been any trouble since you've been here," Grace replied.

"No," he shook his head, "I don't want to be the cause of other people making things difficult for you."

"Oh..." Grace was taken aback, not used to someone thinking of her needs first, "okay then...I guess I need to calmly go and sort Lucy out then."

"Thanks," Harry said, earning a curious glance from Grace, "thanks for believing me."

Grace's hand curled around Harry's and she bit her lip as she looked up at him as he reached out with his other hand and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.

He bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Promise me you won't kill her," he said, humour laced his tone.

Grace's face faltered for a moment, which didn't go unnoticed by Harry, before she gave him a small smile.

"I promise," she said before she turned and walked out.

Harry closed the door behind her, letting out a deep breath before resting his head on the door.

He stood there and waited in case Grace's temper got the best of her, but moments later he heard footsteps come down the hall and past his room.

And that was it.

Harry walked over to his bed and continued to undress before sliding in under the cool, cotton sheets, his gaze firmly planted on the ceiling.

He laced his hands under his head and continued staring straight ahead, not entirely sure he'd be able to sleep tonight.

He contemplated going to see Grace but didn't think that would look good if he was caught in her bedroom, so he stayed where he was until he finally fell asleep hours later.

~~~~~~

Grace couldn't believe the audacity of Lucy when she'd protested Harry's innocence, until Grace cut her short with the mention of a nanny camera in the room.

Grace had never seen her shut her mouth so quickly.

She then directed her terms of apologising to Harry in the morning and then never coming near him again or she would tell James what she'd tried to do.

She also said how lucky she was that Harry had stopped her from coming back and punching the absolute shit out of her.

Lucy decided to leave, requesting Mac take her home as she'd had too much to drink.

Grace agreed it was probably one of the smartest things she'd ever heard Lucy say.

She climbed back into bed and laid back down, not believing how her day had ended.

She ran her fingers over her lips, remembering how it felt when Harry had kissed her.

What was she doing?

No good could come of it, that she was definitely sure about.

He was so sweet, so lovely...caring....considerate...

Her mind drifted back to him in his yellow swim shorts and she felt herself throb between her legs.

No, no, no, no, no.

She suddenly remembered something he'd said to her earlier.

"Last night."

Last night?

Was he up to something?

What if it was...

Well she didn't know what it could be.

What was he doing that he didn't want her to see?

After tonight she was still on edge and she didn't know if she could handle any more 'surprises.'

She reached over for her phone and turned it on, opening the app she had installed on it and entering a time from last night after they'd all gone to bed.

She kept skipping forward until Harry showed up in the frame, but all he did was enter the bathroom to shower and come out again, switching the bedside lamp on and dropping his-

Oh my god!

Grace covered the bottom half of the screen as he pulled on some clean underwear and hopped into his bed.

She felt her face flush as she watched him lay there, looking at his phone for some time.

Grace concluded that he didn't appear to be up to anything unwarranted and was about to close out the app when he threw his phone on the bed and appeared to let out a deep sigh.

He ran his hand over his chest, back and forth over his nipples, swallowing as his eyes closed before his hand trailed down his chest until it settled on his cock, slowly palming it over the material.

Harry tilted his head back, his mouth falling open as his hand slipped under the elastic of the material and Grace watched as he moved it back and forth.

She knew she should turn it off, it was such an invasion of his privacy, but she couldn't look away.

She was mesmerised by the beautiful man on the screen.

Grace turned the volume up on her phone and her room suddenly filled with soft moans as Harry stroked himself.

He suddenly stopped and pulled his hand away, his fingers gripping the elastic of his underwear and after pulling them down his legs, he dropped them on the floor.

Grace's breath hitched as she took in his long, lean body from head to toe, completely uncovered, his perfect skin littered with various black etchings.

His hand wandered down to take hold of his cock again and he held it within his fist, moving his hand up and down, twisting over the top of the head, his thumb occasionally running over the slit.

His breathing increased as did Grace's and soon her own hand wandered down to her own underwear, and under the material, stopping when she reached the aching bundle of nerves that were already wet.

Harry moved his legs up and apart, planting his feet on the bed as his fist pumped faster around his cock, his other hand reaching down to cup his balls as he squeezed, heightening his pleasure.

He alternated between inhaling sharply and low moans which shot straight through Grace's body, the sweet sounds hardening her nipples, shooting to her already throbbing clit.

Grace moved her hand faster over her clit, biting down on her lip as she watched Harry's hips buck against his own hand.

He released his balls and scraped his nails along his thigh as he threw his head back, coming all over his stomach.

"Fuck..." he moaned, "Grace..."

Grace froze at the sound of her own name coming from her phone, falling from Harry's lips as he began to slow his movements.

"God I want you..." he breathed out.

Grace instantly knew she was in trouble.

The way her name sounded coming from him as he came was such a wicked thing to hear and she longed to hear it from him in the same circumstances, naked, entwined together during such an intimate act.

As she watched his body come down from his orgasm, the way his tongue ran over his lips before he bit them had her moving her hand again until she finally came, breathing Harry's name much the same way that he had done with hers.

She threw her phone down onto the bed next to her and pulled her hand out from her underwear, waiting until her breathing slowed down.

Harry Styles was doing things to her, making her think and feel things that only her husband should.

Which was such a long time ago.

It was clear there was something happening between them and if she had any sense at all, she would put a stop to it.

The only problem was, she wasn't sure she wanted to.