Marriage Contract [ON HOLD]

"You may not kiss the bride"

Keira Bright is a talented girl. She's a fashion designer and a supermodel. Not only talented, professionalism also courses through her veins. However, one day, she had to face financial problems caused by her father, who is addicted to gambling and eventually fled - leaving her behind to pay back his depths. That's when she met Harry Styles, the head owner of the most well-known resort throughout the whole world, World Resort Hotel. Harry instantly fell in love with her from the moment he saw her but problem is, she doesn't feel the same way. "Here, I'll help you out with your financial problems, only if you become my bride." Out of desperation, she had no other option. In the end, all she needed to say was, "I do."

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17. Almost Like Newlyweds

Sitting cross-legged on the cool floor, I silently watched Harry drift to a peaceful sleep on the sofa across the table. His face was slightly smudged but still dashingly gorgeous.

A couple of minutes before, I busied myself with more cleaning. The party ended sooner than expected and I was instinctively grateful. After the kissing scene, Hana made no attempt to "play" 20 questions with me, instead she stayed by Cale's side. Jane, on the other hand, had a blast. I even introduced her to some of my high-school friends and she became their acquaintances right away. 

 

-When the party ended-

“Well, I’m going,” I said over my shoulder to Harry, “Jane’s probably waiting for me. I’ll see you again tomorrow.” He rushed to me and grabbed onto my wrist, his eyes pleading.

“Don’t leave,” he said. I waited for him to continue his speech. “You haven’t finished cleaning the kitchen yet. Do you expect me to do the cleaning alone?”

I half-laughed, “Surely you would manage.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line, “I’m not good at cleaning,” he confessed. “Besides, you completely thrashed my kitchen,” he added, “so you’re held responsible.” I rolled my eyes, which recently was becoming a habit of mine and shook his hand away.

“Fine,” I grunted and pulled out my cell phone to send Jane a quick text: “hey :) gotta help out with the cleaning. dont wait for me. Btw thanks again for coming.

Taking the lead, I gracefully made my way back into the kitchen. He was right. I made a great number of deal when associating with his kitchen. I had numerous plates and glasses left unwashed piled up in the sink including pans and other kitchen utensils. In a swift motion, I tied my hair back into a ponytail to keep my hair out of the way while cleaning. “Let’s do this.”

Half-way through the cleaning, Harry was completely depleted as he sunk to the ground and leaned ceaselessly against the counter.

“Harry, get up,” I said almost calmly, “at this rate, we won’t get the cleaning done by time.” He pulled one knee up against his chest and heaved, “Just a second,” he argued. I ignored him and continued cleaning instead. All we had left to do was the dishes, so it was a minor job for me.

“We really nailed it today, didn't we?” Harry asked, his excited smile contagious. 

“You mean the party?” I asked, and he nodded. “Sorry to disappoint you, Mr.Styles but I was the one who made it work,” I continued to provoke him, whilst adding a drop of sarcasm.

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes then grinned. “And the kissing part was brilliant. Your acting skills have greatly affected me,” he clicked his finger, “maybe we should be actors instead.”

I stopped abruptly at the word “acting”. The kiss wasn't real, of course it was all an act. A role we had to play to convince others, obviously that was what it was. I solemnly replied, “It was okay.” Then, what about those words? 

“Hey,” he noticed my grim expression, “what’s wrong?”

I shook my head. “Everything’s fine.”

“Did I say or do something wrong?” he was on his feet now, and was slowly taking cautious steps to comfort me but I pushed him away and managed a fake smile. I had my back to him, and meekly said, “It’s nothing.” He was contradicting at first, but eventually gave up. He pushed his hair back and said, “I’ll clean the living room,” with a pained expression on his face before turning to leave.

 

-Back to the present-

Who knew scrubbing plates were excruciatingly exhausting, especially when it seemed endless? Letting out a fatigue sigh, I closed my eyes and made an attempt to conjure whatever’s energy left.  

“Keira…,” Harry’s murmuring made my eyelids fluttered open. His eyebrows were slightly creased, like he was having a nightmare and I noticed that he was sweating even though it was cold with the air-conditioner on. I scooted closer to him and carefully brushed his right cheek. He immediately relaxed, and he unconsciously murmured once more, “I’m sorry, Keira…” his voice faint but clear. 

Why was he apologizing? What was he apologizing about? The fact that he left me with the dishes or that he classified our kiss as another one of his measly play? That kiss probably meant nothing to him, but it meant everything to me. It was my first kiss and it happened like how I would imagine it would be; wondrous. I couldn’t stay mad at him and I shouldn’t. I brought this upon myself, and in the end, if I were to have my heart broken I will accept my fate because it wasn’t real. It never was.

He has helped me countless of times, and I was simply showing him my gratitude. After I meet his parents, it’ll be over and we would continue our lives in separate directions. I shouldn't grieve over our destined fate, because I knew it was impossible for us to be together. It always has been from the beginning. I was the one who brought him into this mess. It was my fault. If only my dad hadn't left, I wouldn't have to run into him. 

I began tracing my fingers along his strong jaw line until eventually I found his lips. I noticed the lines of care and toil had smoothed and virtually disappeared, the crow’s feet round his eyes now but a memory.  Eyelids closed against the dim light and his breathing deep and relaxed, all the muscles in his face and body were totally at peace. Not a twitch, not a spasm, barely any movement of his chest heaving and falling with each intake of air such was the depth of his oblivion.

With a faint smile, I got up to leave but something stopped me. Harry’s hand was clinging onto the hem of my shirt.  Even in deep slumber, he showed no signs of letting go. “Don’t… l…eave...

“How troublesome,” I muttered under my breath before returning to his side, "but I guess it can't be helped." 

 

The next morning, I found myself sleeping on the sofa instead of Harry, and a blanket laid comfortably for my warmth. There was letter on top of the table, it says: “Rise and shine sleeping beauty. Sorry I had to leave early, or else we would have breakfast together like newlyweds. (I could almost feel his smirk when he wrote this letter) Thanks for cleaning up the kitchen, sorry I wasn’t much of a help. By the way, I’m surprised you stayed the night... so thanks. Again.” 

"Like newlyweds?" I closed the letter. Hmphh. "Almost like newlyweds," I corrected him. 

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