Binding Rules

Singing. (15th Chapter)

…An Hour Later…



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Harmony's POV:
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“This is really good! God it’s been ages since I’ve had a proper meal. Zayn cooks you know, but not as good as this to be honest.” I admire the honest compliment from Louis, as I watch him eat a plate of mac and cheese. “Its not rocket science, you know.” He snorts at my reply, making the both of us chuckle lightly.



“Were you all at the bar, tonight?” He nods, standing up to place his dish in the sink.“Yeah, well. We don’t have much to do. Long day at work, and staying at home is unbearable.” I fight the urge to ask my question, but I sense that it won’t be a big deal if I did. “Whose Pjs was I wearing last night?” He sighs, drawing a smile on his face. 




“That would be my girlfriend’s. She’s out of town right now, but I’m sure she’d fancy getting to know you, love.” I give him an AH- I- Get- It- Now look, followed by a humble smile. “How’s Harry’s arm?” I ask like it doesn’t matter to me, but deep down I know that its my main interest so far.



“(He smirks, sitting down on the kitchen chair) Well, well, well. What have you to been doing last night?” He crosses his arms, and I roll my eyes; praying that my cheeks won’t blush. “Don’t be silly, we just shared his bed to sleep. But seriously, how’s his arm?” Before any word could pop out of Louis’s mouth, a frightening bang thunders the interior of the house. 



Louis places his index finger on his lips, emphasising I should stay quiet. I nod, holding the back of his shirt, following his silent footsteps. “(He whispers with no sound) Stay behind me.” I nod again, fearing the owner of the unknown bangs. Once Louis opens the door, his body stiffens at the person. I tilt my head a little to the side, to glance at the face.



“(His smile proves that he is drunk) Heyyyyy pretty faceee!” He stumbles on the doorstep, but Louis catches him to steady his footsteps. Harry pushes Louis shoulders in an aggressive format, making me yelp from the sudden hostility. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE, HUH? YOU CAME TO SHAG HER! YOU OUT OF ALL PEOPLE, LOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?”




Louis doesn’t reply, as he shows his strength to push Harry backwards; making him stumble. I hurry, forcing my arms to hold Harry’s masculine body before he crashes on the ground. “(He coos drunkly, turning his face to look at mine) Theerree you are prettyyy face.”




I shake my head, getting the support of Louis arms, to place Harry on one of the living room’s couches. “Harmie, get me some water please?” I nod at Louis’s request, and just when I start to walk; I hear Harry’s yell: “DON’T YOU CALL HER THAT! I ONLY CALL HER HARMIE IF I WANTED! YOU BASTARD!” 




Louis seems to have been in such position before, so he doesn’t fight back; he simply gives Harry a careful smile. I fetch the water and hurry back to living room, to find Louis laughing with tears on his eyes. “(He speaks through his crying laughter) you should come hear this. (I walk closer, while Louis asks Harry) Harold mate, what were you singing now?”



Harry gives Louis a hammered smile, showing his teeth, popping his dimples on each side.“(He sings in his plastered state) I wannntttt youuuu to wannnnttt me. I neeed youuu to neeeed me!!!” I quickly place my hand over his lips, finding it difficult to maintain my laughs.




Louis and I laugh so hard, that my hand begins to shake the glass of water. “Careful, love.” Louis ends his laugh in a fading matter, taking the glass away from me. Instantly, Harry pulls my hand off of his mouth, and roars:“STOP TESTING MY PATIENCE TOMLINSON, OR I SWEAR I WILL BASH YOUR HEAD! YOU HEAR ME!?”