Binding Rules
Pretty Face. (8th Chapter)
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Harmony's POV:
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Before I’m able to ask Louis for a better clearance, a pat on his back stops me. “Hey, mate.” Harry’s voice rings in my ears, making my deep feeling of need, revive at his tone. “(Louis squeezes his cigarette in the ashtray, clearing his throat) Hello. I’m just ordering a round of shots. The lads are seated over there (He points backwards).” Harry nods, but I have a feeling that he is a little curious of the secret connection between Louis and I.
“(I play along) I’ll send your order right away.” Louis gives me a thankful look, and I nod in reply. “Let’s go.” He smiles at Harry, but he doesn’t seem ready to leave. “You go on, Lou. (He stares into my eyes) I’ll follow in a second.” Louis doesn’t argue with Harry, he just slips down from the chair; walking back to the table.
“Don’t I get a hi?” He asks, as a formation of a smirk begins to form on his glorious lips. “(I dig into my apron’s pocket, taking out my wallet) Actually I owe you something.” His eyes widen with anticipation, feeling like I finally am giving in; but I don’t think that will happen anytime soon. “(I flick through the paper money) How much for yesterday’s repair?”
He doesn’t answer, and once I place a decent amount of money on the counter; his hand grabs my wrist. “Keep it. Its on me.” He winks, and I scoff before replying: “Why? Do I know you? Do we have something going on? Do you ha-…” He cuts me off by demanding: “Go out with me.” His soft fingers eliminate the hold over my wrist, while my breathing reaches to a sudden hitch. “What?” I ask like I just got slapped in the face.
“(He smiles, excited at my reaction) Why do you like me to repeat myself, pretty face? Go out with me.” I shake my head, while my laugh begins to increase by the second. Harry looks angry yet curious right now; his eyes are narrowed like blades at me. “You’re funny, you know that? (I turn my expression to a sudden rudeness) Take you payment, and go back to your table, Harry.”
As I turn around, a hand grasps my hair strongly; making me squeal. I turn my face around, noticing his nose sniffing the aroma of my long hair. “Take your hands off me!” I demand, trying to break his hold; but he doesn’t budge. “Mmm… you smell like a flower field. (He smiles playfully) I’ll let go if you agree.”
How on earth am I supposed to communicate with this sexual cave man? No matter what I say, he will stand his ground until he gets what he wants. “(I start to feel him dragging me by my hair backwards, not in a hurtful matter though) Alright! Fine.” I huff my breath stubbornly, as my hair drops to my back again. I turn around to notice his evil smirk striking.
“See now? Be obedient and I’ll be nice. Its not that hard, pretty face.” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms immediately.“Is something wrong here?” Jonathan, thankfully, appears beside me, staring at Harry like he is a killing virus. “Mind your own business mate. Me and little Harmony are close. (He flashes a cunning smile at me) Isn’t that right, pre-…” I hold my hand up, stopping him from what he was about to say. “For the love of god, stop calling me pretty face.”
“(He raises one eyebrow up, amused in a questioning matter) Why? You don’t like to show off your assets? (I don’t reply, so he proceeds as he stand up) I’ll see you after work.” I don’t reply for the second time, only this time because he left before I could object. Everyday I prayed that closing time would come sooner, since I would be able to relax and have a good sleep.
But now? I pray that closing time won’t arrive, fearing what this stone cold rebel has in surprise for me. I won’t let him take me anywhere; I will defend myself when the time comes. He can stand his ground as much as he wants, he can hit me even; but I won’t back away from my decision.
Harmony's POV:
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Before I’m able to ask Louis for a better clearance, a pat on his back stops me. “Hey, mate.” Harry’s voice rings in my ears, making my deep feeling of need, revive at his tone. “(Louis squeezes his cigarette in the ashtray, clearing his throat) Hello. I’m just ordering a round of shots. The lads are seated over there (He points backwards).” Harry nods, but I have a feeling that he is a little curious of the secret connection between Louis and I.
“(I play along) I’ll send your order right away.” Louis gives me a thankful look, and I nod in reply. “Let’s go.” He smiles at Harry, but he doesn’t seem ready to leave. “You go on, Lou. (He stares into my eyes) I’ll follow in a second.” Louis doesn’t argue with Harry, he just slips down from the chair; walking back to the table.
“Don’t I get a hi?” He asks, as a formation of a smirk begins to form on his glorious lips. “(I dig into my apron’s pocket, taking out my wallet) Actually I owe you something.” His eyes widen with anticipation, feeling like I finally am giving in; but I don’t think that will happen anytime soon. “(I flick through the paper money) How much for yesterday’s repair?”
He doesn’t answer, and once I place a decent amount of money on the counter; his hand grabs my wrist. “Keep it. Its on me.” He winks, and I scoff before replying: “Why? Do I know you? Do we have something going on? Do you ha-…” He cuts me off by demanding: “Go out with me.” His soft fingers eliminate the hold over my wrist, while my breathing reaches to a sudden hitch. “What?” I ask like I just got slapped in the face.
“(He smiles, excited at my reaction) Why do you like me to repeat myself, pretty face? Go out with me.” I shake my head, while my laugh begins to increase by the second. Harry looks angry yet curious right now; his eyes are narrowed like blades at me. “You’re funny, you know that? (I turn my expression to a sudden rudeness) Take you payment, and go back to your table, Harry.”
As I turn around, a hand grasps my hair strongly; making me squeal. I turn my face around, noticing his nose sniffing the aroma of my long hair. “Take your hands off me!” I demand, trying to break his hold; but he doesn’t budge. “Mmm… you smell like a flower field. (He smiles playfully) I’ll let go if you agree.”
How on earth am I supposed to communicate with this sexual cave man? No matter what I say, he will stand his ground until he gets what he wants. “(I start to feel him dragging me by my hair backwards, not in a hurtful matter though) Alright! Fine.” I huff my breath stubbornly, as my hair drops to my back again. I turn around to notice his evil smirk striking.
“See now? Be obedient and I’ll be nice. Its not that hard, pretty face.” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms immediately.“Is something wrong here?” Jonathan, thankfully, appears beside me, staring at Harry like he is a killing virus. “Mind your own business mate. Me and little Harmony are close. (He flashes a cunning smile at me) Isn’t that right, pre-…” I hold my hand up, stopping him from what he was about to say. “For the love of god, stop calling me pretty face.”
“(He raises one eyebrow up, amused in a questioning matter) Why? You don’t like to show off your assets? (I don’t reply, so he proceeds as he stand up) I’ll see you after work.” I don’t reply for the second time, only this time because he left before I could object. Everyday I prayed that closing time would come sooner, since I would be able to relax and have a good sleep.
But now? I pray that closing time won’t arrive, fearing what this stone cold rebel has in surprise for me. I won’t let him take me anywhere; I will defend myself when the time comes. He can stand his ground as much as he wants, he can hit me even; but I won’t back away from my decision.
Notes
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