Binding Rules

Excuse Me. (7th Chapter)

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Harmony's POV:
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Just as I felt Harry’s face leaning closer to mine, a sudden ring breaks the future contact. He groans, taking out his phone from his pocket; clearly he didn’t want to stop where his intentions were leading him. “Yes… Can’t it wait? ... Fine! ... Yeah I’m done… Alright.” He returns his phone to its location, giving me a quick wink before his words are audible:“Later, pretty face.”



He walks out of my room, leaving me in the same position that I was at; clenching my towel tightly in my hand. Who could blame me? He would been over me, and I’m afraid that a little part of me wouldn’t have stopped him. Why does all of his repulsive actions and words, turn to be acceptable? Why him? I shake my head, going back to a realization point; He didn’t take his payment.



I battle with myself, considering to skip church for once; and go pay my bill at Max plumbing. But then I decide that since he seems to be like glue to me; I’ll give him back his money at the bar. Stepping in to the shower, my wondering mind travels to unanswered doubts. Will he show up to the bar tomorrow?



Will he try to proceed what was going to happen earlier? Will I be able to push him away? What if I fail? What if I let him? I can’t. I didn’t protect myself all of these years, for a drunken plumber to come and take my virginity away. No. I won’t let it happen.




…The Next Day (At Night At the Bar)…




“Order for table three, Harmie!” Serena hands me the noted paper, as I begin to prepare it. Harry hasn’t been in sight till now, but who knows he might show up later. Why do I have this urge to see him? Regardless of his payment, I have this need to glance at his beautiful features. Take off the tattoos, the biker outfit and the bandana; he’d look like the most desirable man.



I might even be the one running after him. But no, this is him; and nothing can change reality.“Excuse me.” I turn around to the manly voice calling me, narrowing my eyes at his looks. I’ve seen him before, but where? “Do you mind if I had a word with you?” I hesitate whether to accept or not, though the seriousness of his tone seems to make the proposition important. “Sure.” I nod, whispering to Jonathan to prepare the order. 




“(He stretches his hand on the bar table, and I shake it slowly) I’m Louis, but you can call me Lou.” I nod, being strictly professional. “Nice to meet you. I’m Harmony, what can I help you with?” He shakes his head, then replies: “I’m here to help you.” The sound of his words intimidates me. Why would I need help? “I’m sorry?” I ask, not being able to catch up with his destination.



“You had that argument with Harry, two days ago. (I nod, and he carries on) Please try to be understanding; don’t let anything affect you from his words. He might try to lure you, but don’t let that get to you.” He blows the smoke out of his mouth, and I cough at the reaction. “I’m sorry, love. Didn’t mean to breathe it out on you.” I shake my head in understanding, seeming that this Louis guy is actually decent.




“Why are you warning me? (I remember where I’ve seen him, and so I proceed) Weren’t you with the other guys that came to the scene? I assume your close to Harry in someway, which means his interests comes before mine, right?” He nods, and answers slowly: “I don’t want you to be the other mark.” The other mark? I’m not able to connect the vague dots that Louis is providing; and this worries me more to be honest.