Binding Rules
Love. (19th Chapter)
…At Night (At the Bar)…
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Harmony's POV:
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I’ve been lost in my own thoughts the entire day. The feelings that Harry portrays are able to turn my life upside down in a flash. I want to keep my distance away from him, but then he shows me his true character; making the distance disappears in my heart. Even if he repels me by his rudeness and hostility, I still feel that deep down he doesn’t want to be angry all the time.
His past has affected him, but only god knows why on earth would a girl play with his feelings. According to how Louis described him before, he could easily have my heart with no competition what so ever. People think that men are always deceiving, and they are the ones that toy with women’s emotions; that’s not true at all.
Both genders are capable of deception, because we all are humans; not categorised as women and men. We all breathe the same gas, we all drink the same water, and we all have a powerful mind that could make us great individuals, or destroy us infinitely.
“Table five, Harmie.” Serena hands me the paper, while I skim the order to prepare it. I set a glass on the counter, pouring in the chosen alcohol for the order. “Go hand it in. I’ll take over washing the glasses.” I nod at Serena’s kindness, since I have been cleaning the dirty cups for eternity. “Here you go, sir.”
I place the glass on the counter, turning my back to walk to the counter area. A hand places itself on my shoulder, making me turn forcefully to the owner. “How about I order another glass for you to join me?” The greasy smile from the middle aged man, disgusts me; I shake my head immediately denying his offer.
He grabs my waist harshly, pushing me to his built body emphatically. I squirm off of him, trying to look over to any of my coworkers for help; but it seems impossible at the moment. “Don’t be feisty, little girl. I’ll make you happy.” I want to push him off, but his other hand is already grasping my hands.
“Let me go right now or I-…” His face leans in forward, so close that if I wanted to turn my head; my skin would touch his. “(He hisses) Or what? You’ll beat me with those soft hands of yours?” I feel like crying, but I hold it in just to maintain my stand. If I cry he would crack me like an eggshell. “(His growl causes my body to shiver) She won’t. But I will.” The familiar voice lightens my tortured spirit, making me feel safer than I am right now.
The man lets go of my hands, but his other arm pushes me to his side tightly. I look at Harry, begging him to free me from this unbeatable body; all he does is smile at me. “Harmony love, I want you to walk to me right now.” He just said ‘love’ for the first time, and god does it sounded so cooling to my ears.
I nod, digging my hands into the man’s arm to free myself; but its no use. Harry steps closer, yanking the man’s hand out of my waist; then pushing him backwards in force. My eyes widen at how strong Harry is, his push made the man tumble backwards, landing back on his chair.
“(His hand tugs at the man’s neck, squeezing while he talks) If you ever lay a finger on her
again, I promise you that you won’t see it on your hand anymore. (The man chokes, while Harry gives him a venomous smirk) And trust me, I keep my promises all the time…” He begins to free the man’s neck from his hand, causing him to cough hugely. I won’t deny that I am happy to be free, but Harry’s actions are frightening like a lone wolf in the middle of snow season. Harry turns his back, giving me another smile; but then the unwanted happens.
The man pressures his hand on Harry’s shoulder, just like he did to me previously; but then he crashes on the wooden ground. Harry’s fist was fast as the speed of light, colliding his knuckle with the man’s jaw. Instantly, the security comes rushing to the scene, but Harry doesn’t stand to be integrated.
He grabs my wrist in anger, pulling me behind him to the outside. “(I beg cluelessly) Harry my working shift isn’t over yet. I need to go back to-…” His head turns quickly, giving me a look that makes me quiet down from fear. “Hop on.” He orders, while climbing on his motorcycle. I shake my head, but he doesn’t take that as denial. He lifts me over like I am a paper towel, placing me behind him on the motor.“(He warns emotionlessly) A word of advice: listen to me when I’m not myself. Now, hold on my waist.”
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