Twelve. (25th Chapter)

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Harmony's POV:

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Harry’s pink lips, narrow closer to mine in a slow attempt. He seems to question himself if I may accept his kiss or not, hesitating with a calm speed.“Harry mate, we need to-…”Zayn’s stops his words, once he notices what we both are trying to share. I instantly back away, feeling my skin burn from my deep blush. Harry darts his eyes at Zayn, groaning from the cut off moment.




We were about to kiss; even though it wasn’t the first time he placed his lips on mine. His first attempt was not what I wanted, because it was more abusive than intimate. But this time, I really wanted to sense them over mine; I would have reacted with the movement with no hesitation; only if we weren’t cut off.
“(He clears his throat, trying to hide his playful smile from what he saw) Um, we need to go. Liam just got a call.”




Zayn’s information twisted my curiosity, are they heading to the plumbing job? Harry nods, while his soft features turn serious and rigid. “I’ll just go throw some clothes on. Meet me in the truck.” Zayn raises his thumb to approve Harry’s instructions, while they both walk in separate ways. What am I supposed to do now? Go home? No, I can’t keep questioning myself on what the other job is.




In worst cases, if it turns out they are going to the plumbing company; I’ll just take a cab from there. But how will I join them in the first place? None of them will allow me, especially Harry. I need to think of something, and fast. When the idea clicks in my mind, I contemplate with risking myself in it or not. I surrender to my knowledge seeking genes, finding a piece of paper to scribble down a note as fast as I can write.





… Twenty Minutes Later…



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Harry’s POV:

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She left, without even telling me goodbye. Was she not aware that I truly wanted to kiss her, back when we were at home? No, it’s not possible because I saw how her tender cheeks changed to crimson red, when Zayn interrupted. Damn you Zayn, I would have felt her luscious lips like I keep dreaming of, by now. All she left was a note, explaining that she had to go feed her pet dog and tidy the house.




I understand that she does have a life, but still she’s starting to become a huge part of mine. A part where I could actually be myself, and not the prick of a person that I tend to be most of the time. I don’t know how to sum it up, but when I’m with Harmony, I feel accepted to be who I truly am. But what’s the use? She still has doubt in me, but I won’t give up on proving that I can be right for her. Regardless of my dark background, I want her to cleanse it with her presence. I want her to be the one who cures me from my mind dirt. I have to be patient, but it's hard to avoid how innocently attractive she is.





Louis parks the truck in the parking lot, while we all slide off. “Who covered the trunk with the sheet shield?” Niall asks, making us all wonder the same thing. We stay silent for a second, until Liam speaks: “It doesn’t matter. No come along so we could finish this and go back.” We begin to walk, but I keep thinking of the cloth shield at the back of the trunk.




If none of us placed it there, then who would have? I decide that its not a big of an issue right now, shrugging to myself. Once we enter the lobby, my nose sniffs a female scent. Not any scent to be precise, it smells like a range of wild flowers; one that I smell a lot lately.




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Harmony's POV:

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I was scared that one of them would uncover the sheet, and find me hiding there. I follow their footsteps like a ballerina; tip toeing with no clonk of heels in sound. I hide behind the building’s entrance, noticing the five men waiting for the elevator to arrive. I keep my eye on them, until they enter the elevator.




Once the door closes behind them, I track the level number, until I notice which floor they went on; twelve. This doesn’t look like a place where a plumbing company would be located at, and for that case; I keep my breaths on hold, fearing what I may see when I follow their tracks, up to floor number twelve.

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