Binding Rules

Shhh. (55th Chapter)

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Harmony's POV:
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“Why not? They would be with us at least. In that case, we wouldn’t worry about their safety. And another reason, mate. Don’t you want them to be there, witnessing the moment with us? They deserve it, since we are doing this for them and us.” Zayn’s reasoning makes sense, as it makes Harry rub his forehead to calm down and think. Seconds later, Harry sighs with his response: “I suppose you’re right.”




Zayn and the rest smile, since Harry agreed to the idea. “We need to sit down and discuss our plan. It’s not that simple as it is said.” Liam claims, making the rest of his male friends nod.“The sooner the better. Let’s discuss it right now.” Niall proposes his choice, while Harry slumps down beside me. “Could I point out something?” Eleanor suggests, stealing the spotlight of attention. “Go ahead.” Louis tells her, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek.“We won’t be going there in jeans and tank tops, right?”




The men quiet down, considering Eleanor’s words to a high importance. “Anyone of you owns a tux?” Harry bobs his head to the guys, receiving a shrug from them all. “Alright, so this is what’s going to happen. We will all head out tomorrow to the city mall. We will divide ourselves into two groups; girls alone and us separately. We purchase, and then we come back here to finalise everything. In the mean time, we need to play it smooth; as if we haven’t got anything to expose. Neither does Jack or the wankers working for him, must suspect of what we just discussed. Everyone agrees?”




Liam’s idea is quite precise and accurate, and for that we all mumble a yes. “Great, I suppose we shall all go to bed. Ladies, if you don’t mind, we need to have a little talk with one another.” Eleanor, Gemma, and I slide out of our seats, going upstairs to relax. 





When I reach my room, I shock myself from my instant crying. I don’t even know why my tears are flowing down, but I’m sure its from fear. I rest on the bed, squishing my head in the pillow to sob. I don’t want to be heard, because this household is already tensed enough. Will this work? Will Harry and I finally have a life of our own?





A life with a clean background and a respectable job? But what if everything gets ruined? Right as I was questioning myself, the door opens slowly. I lift my head from the pillow, noticing the charming man of my life. “(He walks fast to my side, placing his hand over each side of my shoulders) Why are you crying?” I remember how much he hates seeing anyone cry, so I sniffle my last tears back. “(I give him a tiny smile) Nothing, don’t worry.”He doesn’t look convinced, and for that he hugs me to his chest. 





“(He coos) Come on pretty face. Don’t pressure it all in, just let it out. Don’t we tell each other everything?” I shrug, while hugging Harry’s body tightly. “(I whimper weakly) I just don’t want to lose you…” Harry instantly replies: “Shhh. Don’t even think of that, because it won’t happen alright? Harmie, you shouldn’t be scared, because I’ll be right there with you. I need you to be strong for me, you’re the only person I gain my strength from… don’t ever weaken baby.” He pulls away a little, to grant me a deep-soothing kiss.




“Do you want me to sleep in here, tonight?” I nod, while answering: “I don’t even know why you gave me a room to my own. We basically end up sleeping in each other’s beds every night.” He laughs lightly, nodding to the truthful fact. “That’s because you can’t get enough of me.”




I roll my eyes, scoffing playfully: “I think it’s the other way around, Mr. Styles.” He shushes me with a quick peck, while he lies down beside me.“I can’t sleep like this. (He stands on his knees, dropping his sweats and tossing them on the ground) There, much better.” He wraps his arms around my waist, while our legs tangle together under the sheets. “(He whispers) I love you. Don’t ever forget that I do.” I nod, kissing his Adam’s apple, closing my eyes. “I love you too, Harry.” He sighs happily, replying in whispers: “That’s my girl.”