Binding Rules

Fallen. (33rd Chapter)

… A Few Moments Later…




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Harmony's POV:
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Harry was cleaned up and escorted to his room to rest. I asked multiple times for the reason, but the four men were stressed enough to reply. They all were smoking, and since I despise the smell of nicotine; Eleanor and I sat in the living room. I chose to sit where his body was lying, I wanted to touch him or feel his aura in any sort of matter.




If only I was allowed to go upstairs and sit with him. But what difference will it make? He’s extremely tired, probably even sleeping. Harry doesn’t have time to respond or show me the affection I’m used to right now. 




“He’ll be alright, just calm down darling.” I nod in silence, listening to my new friend’s soothing words. If I were tougher than what I am now, I would be out there; seeking who did this to Harry. I have this engraved feeling to hurt the person responsible for this.




“He wants you, upstairs.” Louis walks towards us, talking to me. “Did you go up to check on him, babe?” Eleanor asks him for both of our sake, since that was the exact question on my mind. “He sent me a text. (He chuckles in a stressed matter) I guess he wasn’t feeling like going downstairs. (He gives me a kind look) You should go and see what he needs; but please try not to make him move a lot. He was beaten roughly, so his bruises need a sleep to disappear.”




I nod, shifting from the couch, like a lifeless body. I feel sad, but I need to keep my chin up; I don’t want to make him worried about my sake as well. I knock lightly on the door, before twisting the doorknob to enter. His head snaps up from the phone screen, giving me a tiny grin.




My chest heaves at his wounded cut, which slices his right eyebrow eyebrow. “Hey.” I say in a low tone, as he lifts his bare hands up for me to rush for a hug. I don’t hesitate to express my care for him, until he winces: “Not so strong, baby.” I suck my breath at the word he used, as it takes me moments to notice how tight my embrace is.




“I’m sorry.” I speak in sadness, but he shakes his head; then pats the space beside him for me to sit. “(He asks, as he struggles to lie on his back) Why are you not yourself?” I help him as much as I can, so that he could relax.




Even though the bruises cover his body, I still blush at the fact of him being only in his underwear and socks. “(I shake my head, lying down beside him) I’m not, don’t worry about me, Harry. You just relax, now.” His fingers brush my wavy hair away from my face, tucking a few strands behind my ear.




“(He laughs weakly) It’s crappy not to have your digits till now.” I giggle at his childish request, amazed how he still finds a place to make me relaxed; even though he needs to apply it on himself priorly. I take his phone, which rests on the top of his belly, typing down my number. “There. (I hand him the phone, while smiling) Now you do.” He nods with a satisfied look, before he begins wincing.




“(I speak frantically, making my worries expose) Where does it hurt?” I ask, glancing over his strong build. “(He taps his fingers over his lips) Here. (He fake pouts, giving me the puppy dog eyes) Kiss the ouchy bye-bye?” I hold my stomach, unable to control my laughter at his child impression. I wish I was able to see Harry as a kid; I would have fallen for him even back then.



Wait; did I just admit that I love Harry? I guess I do, because if this isn’t love; then I don’t know what is. I lean my face over his, pecking his chapped lips tenderly. “(He murmurs in a soft groan) More…” I blush, deepening the sealing of our mouths, extending the kiss from light to passionate.