Forbidden ~ Harry Styles ~ (On Hold)

* Harry is not famous in this story *

Many say how there are two kinds of people in this world.

In Pax town there certainly are two kinds of very different people. I never really understood the name of our little town, after all "pax" means peaceful in latin, but believe me, we're anything but.

From a very young age I've been told to stay away from them. You may call them The Rebels, but out here everyone calls them the lower class, the scums, the bastards.

We are very different from them, like North and South, hot and cold; we're complete opposites. Besides the constant rumours about them going around, I can't help but think what it would be like to be them for a day....

My father would never allow it. He'd never let his only daughter do anything close to danger.
Apart from all the warnings, there's always one of the rebels who catches my eye.

I believe his name is Harry, Harry Styles.

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14. Warmth

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Never in my life had I been so shocked and scared.

 

Could I tell Harry? I could trust him for sure but his reaction worried me. Would he be sad? Angry?

 

I crossed the familiar dark streets, the full moon almost completely lighting the night. Almost.

 

I saw some lights a few meters from where I stood. Similar to the ones that I had seen the rebels use.

 

I let out a deep sigh and hurried to my destination. It took me only minutes to reach it as I grasped a tree nearby.

 

Now what? Should I walk through asking if they'd seen Harry? If those actions were taken as rudeness, then I better wait until someone noticed.

 

My quick discussion was cut short when a dark figure approached me. My body tensed up, legs getting ready to bolt in case I had to take a run.

 

"Who's there?" That voice immediately calmed me down, meanwhile sending chills down my back.

 

I walked closer and let the dim light from the lanterns embrace my features.

 

"Rachel?" Harry spoke in a whisper. His stiff stance completely gone, replaced with open arms.

 

At the sight of him I couldn't help but feel the need to be in his arms. Somehow I knew that he would make it better, even if there was no way out of this.

 

As soon as I could react, I started moving towards him. My emotions reached my muscles and my legs became sloppy along with my movements.

 

Thankfully, Harry couldn't wait much longer and ran in my direction.

 

His strong arms wrapped around me and held me. It was the tightest yet softest embrace I had ever experienced. I couldn't even comprehend the thought that the feel of his embrace contradicted itself.

 

His familiar, comforting smell invaded my senses. His touch letting my body feel alive just once more. At this feeling, I could no longer hold back the tears that begged to spill.

 

It was then that I lost control. The strength that I had to keep that sadness back disappeared.

 

Harry let his arm drop and his hand gently ran the length of my back. I welcome his touch and moved closer to him when I had the chance.

 

I cried until my breathing was left uneven. I felt Harry's hand leave my back only to be placed on my chin. With little strength, he lifted my head up.

 

And my lips were claimed by his. My eyes failed to close in time, and I saw Harry's jaw clenching while he frowned, his eyebrows perfectly framing his closed eyes.

 

Once I did let my eyes drop, I had the pure pleasure of feeling the kiss. His lips caressed mine in slow and steady actions. His tongue timidly darting out and following the soft actions. No one had ever been this gentle, but it was as if he was comforting me with his lips.

 

After only a few moments, we parted and drew in a very needed, deep breath. I stayed in his arms, none of us two saying anything.

 

He finally interrupted the silence by slightly leaning down, enough so I could see his eyes.

 

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked with the warmest undertone he had ever used.

 

I somehow managed to form a smile, even if it was tiny.

 

"Maybe later." I did not enjoy the feeling of sadness, and now that I was with Harry I wanted to forget about it. Plus I needed my time to think of how I would tell him the news of my engagement.

 

He nodded and tucked my head under his chin in a comforting manner, letting the warmth of his arms radiate through my back.

 

"Harry?" A warm, feminine voice called out from the darkness.

 

I saw Harry look up, and a smile formed on his handsome face. He glanced down at me with care and tucked me under his arm before walking in the direction of the voice.

 

An older woman stood there, a marvelous candle lamp in her hand. Her eyes found Harry before she redirected her gaze to meet mine.

 

"Oh, dear!" She said louder than her previous sentence. She immediately came towards us and look as if she was inspecting me. Once she was done, she shot Harry a hard look.

 

"What is wrong with you? I raised my boy better than this. This poor girl must be freezing!" It was quite hard to not laugh at Harry being scolded by this motherly figure in front of us. She had a hint of an accent on her tone.

 

Just as she was about to take my arm, Harry put his hands up as if to stop her.

 

"Momo, this is Rachel." Her face looked surprised and looked at me as if to check if she had heard right. Harry simply nodded, "This is her."

 

Momo jumped up in the air while clapping her hands. It is certainly the highest I've seen anyone jump.

 

"You weren't kidding, she is a treasure to look at. Those eyes!" I fought the blush that was slowly setting itself on my cheeks, but I eventually lost.

 

"Thank you... I'm sorry, it is Momo?" I had never heard of such a name. But then again, all rebels had such beautiful names.

 

She smiled at me, kindness showing through her eyes, "Sweetie, my real name? No one calls me that here," She gave a small giggle and patted my hand lightly. "You can call me Momo."

 

I gave her a thankful smile. Momo looked like a kind woman, and wise.

 

Suddenly, she turned back to Harry. "Are you just going to stand there,boy? Or are you gong to show your lady inside?"

 

Her words made Harry chuckle and shake his head. Momo led us both to her home. During our walk there, she would tell stories. Many of them would be of Harry's naughty childhood, meanwhile scolding him for it. While this occurred, Harry would send her sheepish looks which made me laugh. She continued with her teasing, and I knew that she was doing it to simply make me laugh.

 

When we stepped into her house, Harry excused himself for a moment.

 

I followed Momo to her dining room and was speechless. Her home was decorated with multiple drawings, letters or paintings from what I assumed to be little kids. There had to be hundreds, thousands or even more.

 

Momo noticed me staring and signaled to the artwork, "The kids, they make these beautiful treasures for me," we walked to one corner and she picked up a particular drawing, she smiled before looking back up at me. "I keep them, even after they're all grown up." She handed me the small picture and I felt my heart beat harder.

 

It was a drawing of a little boy holding a woman's hand. The sky was blue, a rainbow stood tall and proud from one corner to the next. Words were scribbled on the back of the page.

 

'I love you Momo

From Harry'

 

I looked up at Momo and saw that she was looking at me with a confused expression.

 

She immediately covered up once she realized that I was handing her the drawing. She placed it back down in its place and turned back to look at me.

 

"Are you okay, dear?" Her question took me off guard. Was I not acting accordingly? Did I drop any hints about the engagement?

"I sense discomfort in you," I stared at Momo wide-eyed, nearly gaping at her. She simply smirked took my hand. "I've been around too many children to turn a blind eye on you."

 

She slowly showed me to another part of her house, this room was more secluded. I almost felt like I shouldn't have the privilege to step into the space. Beautiful wooden boxes sat around the room.

 

Momo guided me to a darker one in the corner and carefully opened the lid. It looked to fragile, like it would easily fall apart.

 

"I had my own troubles once," She searched the box with one hand, digging into whatever was placed inside. "I understand that sometimes making the right decision can be scary." She turned to me giving me a comforting smile. Suddenly, she clutched onto something inside the box.

 

Momo picked it up and brought it out. She opened my hand and placed a ring inside. The dark carved wood was the base, it held white crystal around it, some of the wood curved around itself beautifully.

 

I looked up at Momo in both shock and awe. "Use this ring to make a promise. That you'll do what's best for you, and not for others. Just this once."

 

"I can't accept this. I thank you for it, but it's too precious to take away from you." I tried to hand it back to her, but she wouldn't take it.

 

I watched as she shook her head, a slow smile forming on her lips. "I have no use for it, dear. I've already used it to keep my promises, now it's your turn." She gently took the ring and placed it on my finger.

 

"Thank you." I couldn't help the smile on my face, possibly one of the biggest I had displayed.

 

She led me once again to the dining room with a knowing look on her face. "If I were you, I would let Harry know tonight. He'll know what to do." Momo's small smile left me shocked and I tried to speak but failed to form my words.

 

How had she known?

 

As if she read my mind, she continued to answer my question. "I once use to be as beautiful as you," I watched amused as she mockingly played with her hair. "Men wanted to be with me too. Particularly two of them." At her pointed look, I was sure that she somehow knew. She walked closer and held my hand in her two shaky ones. "I won't say anything until you do. But, my dear, I made the wrong choice that day. Let that not be you." I was speechless and freely watched as Momo opened her past to me.

 

Such a strong, wise woman, and she didn't make the right choice to please others? If this is how she reacted, then how would I?

 

I looked back up at her patient face and saw the encouragement in her eyes.

 

At that moment, Harry walked back down with Siobhan on his heels.

 

I turned back around and nodded to Momo with true grin on my face.

 

I was going to tell him.

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