Binding Rules

Follow Me. (6th Chapter)

…The Next Day (Home)…



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Harmony's POV:
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I strip out of my towel, entering the shower. Even on my holiday, I tend to wake up early to attend church. Something that I always do, I light four candles and pray for the departed souls of both my actually parents, and for the Lockwood couple. I think its better that I wasn’t mentally mature to recall a memory of my parents.




They both died in a car accident, I was two at that time; and the only survivor of that loss. A man, with a pure conscience, found me by the lake and took me to the church. That’s what all of the Nuns told me, whenever I asked about my true identity. I don’t even know my actual family name; the only one I ever got is Lockwood.




As my hair damps on the escalating water droplets, the feeling suddenly stops. I stare upwards, to notice that the water is cut off all of a sudden. I twist and turn the water knobs, but none of them respond to their actual purposes. “Damn it.” I curse in disappointment, stepping out of the shower. While I wrap the towel over my body, I begin to think of a solution.




Instantly, I rush down the stairs, and dial the number locating service’s center. “Hello, how may I help you?” The female asks, and I answer: “Please could you link me to any plumbing company near by to my location?” The operator takes her a few seconds, but then answers: “Done. Thank you for calling.”




Once she hangs up, the phone call transfers to the designated company. “Hello, Max Plumbing. How may I be at your service?” The voice of the man is a little screechy, but that’s not my interest point at the moment. “Hello, yes. I’m on the 35th of Minden Street. I need someone to fix my shower as soon as possible.”



The man responds, after coughing like a chimney: “To your luck, I have one of my best employees in your area, Miss. He’ll be there in less than five minutes.” I answer back with contempt: “Thank you so much.” I hung up the call, and start pacing back and forth, waiting for this excellent plumber to show up.




Fog starts barking, and I take that as a sign of someone arriving. The dog steps between my legs, while I open the door to the manly knock. “You?” He smirks in amusement, while my mind twirls like a tornado of corruption. “And you!?” I ask him back, as his eyes scan my less-clothed body.



I remember that I am only in a towel and slippers, so I quickly cross my arms over my chest in protection. He chuckles lightly, shaking his metal-hand box of equipment. “Follow me.” I tilt my head to the inside, emphasising he should follow. I can’t believe that out of all the male citizens of the world, Harry is the plumber. Its like god is testing me non-stop, but I won’t give up.




“In here.” I point to the inside of the bathroom, while he walks through the door. I just noticed the change in his attire, but still it’s not that of a big difference. Instead of long sleeves, a black shirt with short sleeves is worn. The black jeans that he was wearing are now replaced with blue.



The boots are still the same, but the bandana is a matching brown now. He begins twisting the shower handle, concentrating on the problem. The way he’s seated there on the edge of the tub, they way his eyebrows are furrowed in curiosity, the way his inked hands are twisting the metal; makes him interesting as ever.




“There. (He smiles) All done.” He fixes the handle and tests the water knob. It works, and for that I feel a little relieved. “How much will that be?” I ask him, walking to the end of the hallway, where my room is located. I open the door to grab my purse from the bed, but once I turn; I find him behind me. “(His eyes burn through the fabric) You know, that towel looks so tempting to be snatched away…” I gulp my breath, trying to lessen the fear factor in my system.