Binding Rules
Hundreds. (26th Chapter)
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Harmony's POV:
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Once the elevator doors open, I begin to walk out of the metal box. They entire floor is deserted, except for the room at the end of the hallway. The light beams out from it, and huge machinery’s voices are heard. What could they be doing there? Is it drugs? Weapon exchange? These are some of the suspicions that I think of, while walking there like a crook on a stealing mission.
I never imaged that I would be this sneaky, but I have to; in order to know the truth of this job of restricted secrecy. I plaster my body on the wall, only inches aside from the door. I hold out my cross necklace, kissing it for good luck; before I take a peek inside. I begin to tilt my head slowly, once I notice Niall’s hair. I begin to lean closer, keeping myself from complete exposure. Just one look and I will be out of here; on look and I will know everything at last.
“Go print these out, we are done with the hundreds.” A new voice pops out, while I lean closer from the doorframe. Hundreds? What could that mean? “For the love of god, Zayn! Concentrate and leave your goddamn phone! We need to finish these by today or Jack will chop us in half.” Louis’s voice rings in my ears, and for the first time I don’t feel happy to hear it. I push my hair out of my face, leaning closer until I spot the disaster.
There in the huge room, eight men are on separate working stations. Zayn is seated beside Harry, both writing and drawing something on a sketch desk. Niall, Luke, and an unknown man are clicking and scrolling on separate PCs. Liam and Louis are toggling with a huge printing machine, one which I have never seen before. I clear my vision, to the only thing that I could see; the PC screens.
I glance at Niall’s screen from my far distance, noticing what he is concentrating on; is that a picture of a hundred-pound bill? Why would they be working on money pictures? Just then, the printer makes a noise, producing endless sheets of… money!?
And that’s when it strikes me; money laundry. My heart beats as fast as those paper bills are being printed, what have I gotten myself into? No, this can’t be possible; not those guys. Not those who showed me all of their kindness; not Harry. To my misfortune, the door begins to open wider, making me notice that I accidentally was leaning my head on it with pressure.
I quickly snap my head away, finding it hard to breathe any longer. “What was that?” Louis’s head notices the door sliding open, and that’s when I rush to the elevator; caring less if my heels are heard.
I notice footsteps following me through the dark hallway, but my speed is luckily faster; I am running for my life. I press the elevator’s button, praying for it to open before I get caught. “Who’s there!?” I hear a voice calling, while the owner’s speed increases. Just to my luck, the door of the elevator opens, and I step inside without looking back.
I press the ground floor button, while the doors begin to slide. Just when the elevator’s door reaches a complete close, a bang strikes the locked metal. I scurry away, even though I wasn’t being hit; I just need to get out of here. I keep reading the numbers on the electronic bar, till it reaches the ground floor. Once that happens, I run out with all the energy left in me; pumping my adrenaline like crazy.
The moment I step out of the main entrance of the building, my freedom disappears when two arms snatch my shirt from the behind. I scream the loudest I could reach, only to bump my head into something cold; and that’s when all of the life colours turn black through my vision.
Harmony's POV:
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Once the elevator doors open, I begin to walk out of the metal box. They entire floor is deserted, except for the room at the end of the hallway. The light beams out from it, and huge machinery’s voices are heard. What could they be doing there? Is it drugs? Weapon exchange? These are some of the suspicions that I think of, while walking there like a crook on a stealing mission.
I never imaged that I would be this sneaky, but I have to; in order to know the truth of this job of restricted secrecy. I plaster my body on the wall, only inches aside from the door. I hold out my cross necklace, kissing it for good luck; before I take a peek inside. I begin to tilt my head slowly, once I notice Niall’s hair. I begin to lean closer, keeping myself from complete exposure. Just one look and I will be out of here; on look and I will know everything at last.
“Go print these out, we are done with the hundreds.” A new voice pops out, while I lean closer from the doorframe. Hundreds? What could that mean? “For the love of god, Zayn! Concentrate and leave your goddamn phone! We need to finish these by today or Jack will chop us in half.” Louis’s voice rings in my ears, and for the first time I don’t feel happy to hear it. I push my hair out of my face, leaning closer until I spot the disaster.
There in the huge room, eight men are on separate working stations. Zayn is seated beside Harry, both writing and drawing something on a sketch desk. Niall, Luke, and an unknown man are clicking and scrolling on separate PCs. Liam and Louis are toggling with a huge printing machine, one which I have never seen before. I clear my vision, to the only thing that I could see; the PC screens.
I glance at Niall’s screen from my far distance, noticing what he is concentrating on; is that a picture of a hundred-pound bill? Why would they be working on money pictures? Just then, the printer makes a noise, producing endless sheets of… money!?
And that’s when it strikes me; money laundry. My heart beats as fast as those paper bills are being printed, what have I gotten myself into? No, this can’t be possible; not those guys. Not those who showed me all of their kindness; not Harry. To my misfortune, the door begins to open wider, making me notice that I accidentally was leaning my head on it with pressure.
I quickly snap my head away, finding it hard to breathe any longer. “What was that?” Louis’s head notices the door sliding open, and that’s when I rush to the elevator; caring less if my heels are heard.
I notice footsteps following me through the dark hallway, but my speed is luckily faster; I am running for my life. I press the elevator’s button, praying for it to open before I get caught. “Who’s there!?” I hear a voice calling, while the owner’s speed increases. Just to my luck, the door of the elevator opens, and I step inside without looking back.
I press the ground floor button, while the doors begin to slide. Just when the elevator’s door reaches a complete close, a bang strikes the locked metal. I scurry away, even though I wasn’t being hit; I just need to get out of here. I keep reading the numbers on the electronic bar, till it reaches the ground floor. Once that happens, I run out with all the energy left in me; pumping my adrenaline like crazy.
The moment I step out of the main entrance of the building, my freedom disappears when two arms snatch my shirt from the behind. I scream the loudest I could reach, only to bump my head into something cold; and that’s when all of the life colours turn black through my vision.
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