Binding Rules
Pink! (56th Chapter)
…The Next Day (At Noon/At the City Mall)…
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Harmony's POV:
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“Harmony we aren’t going to church, darling. (She chuckles with Gemma) Pick something that appreciates that tiny waist of yours.” I sigh, not willing to buy something exposing. I’m not used to wearing short dresses. Neither am I used to be in something revealing. I normally go for something cute, and decent. I never had the courage to challenge myself by choosing an exposing piece of clothing; maybe because I never was sure that my body could work with that choice.
“How about this one?” I lift the hanger to the two girls, while the groan. “It looks like a dress I’d wear to a funeral reception. Listen, how about we choose for you instead? You’re the only one left without a dress. Come on, let’s look at that section.” I obey Gemma’s words, while Eleanor and I walk behind her to the right section of the store.
“Do you have any colour in mind?” I quickly chirp: “Pink!” Gemma and Eleanor laugh together at my choice, making me a little confused. “Harmony, its time you dressed up in a more sophisticated colour. “ I groan, crossing my arms over my chest, while our hunt resumes for my dress. I guess this situation will be training for my later-on shopping trips. I never had the chance to be assisted in what I wear.
But now that I have friends that are willing to help me through this process; I feel excited. I need to change; I need to grow up from the innocent girl frame. I should be who I claim I am: smart, mature, and sophisticated.
…An Hour Later (Back at Home)…
“(I whine) I’m so exhausted.” The rest of the group mumbles a ‘same here’ and a ‘me too’, showing me that I am not the only one feeling like this. Once I lean my head on Harry’s shoulder, the main door knocks. “Is anyone expecting a visit?” We all deny, while Louis stands up to open the door. We all look at him, while he carries a huge box inside. It seems quite heavy, which makes Niall and Zayn jog to lift the box with Louis.
“(He smiles) Its here.” Harry lands a kiss on my forehead, before shifting to sit closer to the coffee table. The three boys place the wooden box on the center of the table, while huffing their breath. “What’s in there?” Gemma asks, causing everyone to quiet down. “(He speaks with a concerned tone) I think you three must go and relax. (He looks at Harry for support) Right mate?” Harry nods at Liam, even though I could spot his tension; what could be inside.
“But I want to see.” Eleanor groans like a little girl, earning more silence from the five men. “(He gives up) Let them see. Its not like they won’t notice it sooner at the party.” Zayn shrugs after he speaks, while Niall lifts the cover up. I gasp, when I notice the huge pile of guns; as Harry picks one up. “(I ask in fear) What are you doing?”
He huffs his breath, while answering: “Don’t get scared. We need this for our protection. We talked about it last night, and decided we need it. We never know what Jack could do, so at least we need to be armed.” I stand up immediately, feeling left out: “Who gave you these anyway? And why don’t I know about this, Harry?” He doesn’t reply, so I take that as my exit cue. How could he not mention it to me? This only causes one thing to grow… my fear of tomorrow.
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Harmony's POV:
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“Harmony we aren’t going to church, darling. (She chuckles with Gemma) Pick something that appreciates that tiny waist of yours.” I sigh, not willing to buy something exposing. I’m not used to wearing short dresses. Neither am I used to be in something revealing. I normally go for something cute, and decent. I never had the courage to challenge myself by choosing an exposing piece of clothing; maybe because I never was sure that my body could work with that choice.
“How about this one?” I lift the hanger to the two girls, while the groan. “It looks like a dress I’d wear to a funeral reception. Listen, how about we choose for you instead? You’re the only one left without a dress. Come on, let’s look at that section.” I obey Gemma’s words, while Eleanor and I walk behind her to the right section of the store.
“Do you have any colour in mind?” I quickly chirp: “Pink!” Gemma and Eleanor laugh together at my choice, making me a little confused. “Harmony, its time you dressed up in a more sophisticated colour. “ I groan, crossing my arms over my chest, while our hunt resumes for my dress. I guess this situation will be training for my later-on shopping trips. I never had the chance to be assisted in what I wear.
But now that I have friends that are willing to help me through this process; I feel excited. I need to change; I need to grow up from the innocent girl frame. I should be who I claim I am: smart, mature, and sophisticated.
…An Hour Later (Back at Home)…
“(I whine) I’m so exhausted.” The rest of the group mumbles a ‘same here’ and a ‘me too’, showing me that I am not the only one feeling like this. Once I lean my head on Harry’s shoulder, the main door knocks. “Is anyone expecting a visit?” We all deny, while Louis stands up to open the door. We all look at him, while he carries a huge box inside. It seems quite heavy, which makes Niall and Zayn jog to lift the box with Louis.
“(He smiles) Its here.” Harry lands a kiss on my forehead, before shifting to sit closer to the coffee table. The three boys place the wooden box on the center of the table, while huffing their breath. “What’s in there?” Gemma asks, causing everyone to quiet down. “(He speaks with a concerned tone) I think you three must go and relax. (He looks at Harry for support) Right mate?” Harry nods at Liam, even though I could spot his tension; what could be inside.
“But I want to see.” Eleanor groans like a little girl, earning more silence from the five men. “(He gives up) Let them see. Its not like they won’t notice it sooner at the party.” Zayn shrugs after he speaks, while Niall lifts the cover up. I gasp, when I notice the huge pile of guns; as Harry picks one up. “(I ask in fear) What are you doing?”
He huffs his breath, while answering: “Don’t get scared. We need this for our protection. We talked about it last night, and decided we need it. We never know what Jack could do, so at least we need to be armed.” I stand up immediately, feeling left out: “Who gave you these anyway? And why don’t I know about this, Harry?” He doesn’t reply, so I take that as my exit cue. How could he not mention it to me? This only causes one thing to grow… my fear of tomorrow.
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