…Thirty Minutes Later…
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Harmony's POV:
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“Harry for god’s sake, stop moving and talk to me already.” He has been pacing in his white socks for what seems to be eternal. I just want him to relax, and let everything flow naturally. He stops when he hears me whining, giving me an apologetic look. He walks closer to the bed, jumping over the empty space of the mattress. The bed racks from the action, while he pillows his hands behind his head.
“Aren’t you feeling cold?” I ask him, since he’s wearing nothing more than grey sweats and socks. He sighs, shaking his head while turning it to look at me. “Do you think I should change?” I furrow my eyebrows, hearing his deep-thought of question. “Come here.” I stretch my hands to my manly child, while he crawls into my arms; placing his head over my tummy. “Why do you want to change? Could you clear it out for me a little more?” I feel his head nodding above my abdomen, as I begin to twirl his brown hair between my fingers.
“Gemma and I… we talked a little. She told me her reasons, and I think I should change with how I am acting towards her. (He sighs in frustration) I don’t know, its just… I feel like I shouldn’t be so harsh with her; you know?” I laugh, causing him to lift his head to look at me in confusion. “Remember how you used to be with me, when we first met? (He nods, returning his head over my stomach) You wanted to do anything to get me laid; but you couldn’t.” He chuckles thinly: “That’s because you’re a hard shell to crack.”
I giggle at his answer, shaking my head even though he couldn’t see my denial.“That’s not the main reason. You are such a considerate and sensitive person, Harry. Even when you try to act all tough and mighty; you soften.” He scoffs: “So what? You’re calling me a sissy boy?”
I answer directly: “On the contrary… This makes you the perfect man. See? You’re question about considering to lighten up with Gemma, is enough to show how caring you are.” I feel his smile of appreciation appear, while he asks again: “So, is that why you love me, pretty face?” I sigh pleasantly, while giving him my reply: “Its one of the endless reasons.” He slithers his soft hands around my middle body, nuzzling his head in the same area.
“I guess I will cut her some slack. She did come here to apologise, you know… She even tracked me by social media to know my location.” I laugh at the amazement. “You’re joking?” He shakes his head, chuckling loudly. “She went through my Instagram and checked the locating captions. (He smirks, lifting his head up to look at me) Smartness runs in our family, love.” I roll my eyes, receiving a kiss on my chest intersection.
The door opens widely, making Harry and I jolt up from shock. Niall appears with a huge smile on his face, huffing his fatigue breath of what seems to be his previous jogging. “For Christ’s sake mate! Ever heard of knocking?” Harry glares at Niall, while he rests beside me on the bed.“(He screams in success) I GOT IT! I HAVE IT ALL ON MY PHONE! COME DOWN STAIRS! HURRY!” Niall runs down the stairs, while Harry and I look at each other in confusion: “What did he get?” I ask, earning a shrug from Harry’s bare shoulders.
“(I whisper, before kissing his mouth) Will you put on a shirt? It’s hard to think of anything when you’re like this in front of me…” Harry’s eyes widen, while I grant him a seducing kiss.“Miss Lockwood, are you being flirty?” I swat his arm, sliding out of the bed. “You ruined the moment. Now, let’s go downstairs.” Harry groans for eliminating his chance of getting more intimate with me; while he walks behind me to the living room below.
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Binding Rules
FanfictionAmbition & optimism are the two things, anyone needs to be able to succeed in their lives. Sometimes, in rare occasions, a person must drop the rule book of life; to achieve their goal. This goal could be a dream, a life plan, or even a love to a pe...