Binding Rules

Hop In. (10th Chapter)

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Harmony's POV:
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“And you are?” The thief asks sarcastically, keeping the aim of the gun centred. “I’ll ask you one time, just for the sake of pretending to be polite; give the wallet back and I’ll let you walk away.” Harry’s words are supposed to be calm, but the clearance of his death tone is highly positioned. The robber hesitates, laying down his minimal options. Harry is a skyscraper compared to the stealer.



He is much more built and has no sort of humouring expression; making him frightening more than ever. It’s the calm people that I fear, because you never know what to expect from the quiet volcanic state. “I’ll count to thr-…” Before Harry finished his command the wallet drops on the ground, followed by Harry’s body. 




The deceiving robber fired a random bullet, and it went through Harry’s shoulder. I let out a loud shriek, causing the robber to flee on his fast run away. Harry hisses from pain, and I wait no longer than to crouch down to his length. “(I sniffle my nose, speaking in complete worry and stun) Are you okay? Harry, don’t faint please.” I place his head on my bent thighs, hearing his groaning from his bleeding arm. “You’ll be okay. I promise.”




I whisper in his ear soft words, but he’s too distracted to calm down; the wound looks deep. “What on earth happened?!” A voice rings in my ear, escorted by rushing footsteps. I look up with dry tears on my face, staring at Louis and the rest of the men.“Please help him.” I beg, and it takes a second for Louis and the rest to carry Harry to their car.




“Niall, drive Harry’s bike back to the house.” Louis asks, as the blonde guy nods immediately. They place him in the trunk of the truck, while I watch in complete worry. He might have abused me, but he took a bullet for me. He is noble and a scoundrel at the same time; how? I don’t know to be honest, but what I know is that I owe him my life.




“Harmony, come with me. I’ll drive you home, alright?” Louis asks, trying to be calm as much as god can grant him right now. “(I shake my head quickly, letting my words follow with my instinct) No, I want to make sure he’s okay first.” Louis’s eyes widen, not expecting me, out of all people, to say this. “Mate, let her come with. She’ll be safer with us.” The other guy, with brown hair, supports me; and I give him a quick thank you.




“Hop in.” I look around but there are no seats to take. There are two main doors, and the rest of the vehicle consists of a large-open trunk. Harry lays their, still groaning from his injured arm; so I take the choice where to sit (http://ykt.name/images/insertions/2922b.jpg). “I’ll stay with Harry at the back.” Louis nods quickly turning the engine on; prepared to drive.




“Need a hand?” The guy with hazel eyes asks, since I need a lift to step upwards. I take his hand, climbing to the trunk beside Harry. He follows my footsteps to the trunk, sliding his distance to maintain Harry's comfort. “Liam, are you coming mate?” He asks, and Liam replies. “I’m already in, beside Lou. Shall we move?” The hazel-eyed boy lifts his thumb upwards, approving the beginning of the rushed drive. 




…An Hour Later…




Harry was taken care off immediately, with his friends’ support. They took him to his room, and took out the bullet. I didn’t bare to look during the process, because I honestly can’t handle the sight. I learned all of their names, and we had a little talk to pass our silent tension. They amazed me by how they dealt with the bullet; it almost seemed that they are used to such frightening situations.



They all seem to have a rebel personality, but not as much as Harry. It wonders me how they were so awake all of a sudden, since they were drowned in alcohol, back at the bar. But then I think it’s these life or death moments, which makes people lose their plastered feeling instantly.



Harry is asleep upstairs, clearly since he lost a good amount of blood. I decided to stay till he wakes up, and thank him personally. Then and only then, I will clear my conscience with him; he deserves it. He deserves to be thanked for that shimmery that he showed. I still am able to reply the moment, when he stood up for me; not allowing the robber to land a hair on me.