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."


12. Chapter 12 ( +Author's Notes )

      Amelia sat with her legs crossed, and her back straightened and chin lifted upward. "It seems she wasn't in the mood to advance in the discussion," she stated, her hands shuffling the documents. 

Harry swept his gaze over Amelia, "I'm aware," he spoke, his face half-hidden but his creased eyebrows weren't concealed, displaying a disgruntled expression. "Shall we condense the outcome?" Jace interrupted, taking a step forward.

"I'm pretty sure this has nothing to do with the company, Jace," Amelia commented with her arms folded across her chest, "We've to deal with personal issues." Jace struggled for an answer, "Surely there's something we could do," he insisted. "Like what, exactly?" Amelia lifted an eyebrow, awaiting for his response with eyes filled with curiosity - once again, giving Jace a hard time figuring out a solution. Harry let out a short sigh, which startled both Amelia and Jace, who had forgotten about his presence. 

      He began strumming his fingers rhythmically, "I agree, Amelia. It seems there's no possible solution to this problem," he said with a calm tone and simultaneously threw his gaze towards the sky, his shoulders relaxed. "B-but, sir, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," Jace shook his head in disbelief, "You couldn't possibly let it slip away from your grasp." 

"You're right, I couldn't," he replied, "even if she requested for a bag filled with gold, I'd manage. However.." his words trailed off. He turned towards Jace, "I can't send her a son." His elbow was on the edge of the large mahogany table, he placed his chin between his thumb and index finger as he regressed the faint image of the director's swelling eyes and her face shrouded in pure sadness. It was because she had lost something dearest and closest to her, which she had been shredding tears over the night; she felt at loss without her beloved son, Gabe. She even kept blaming herself for his disappearance. She promised herself that she would keep an eye on him but failed to do so when she was unable to find him. Director Beth was her name, she was invited as a special guest for an important discussion but a day before the event, she partially took some of her time for her son by taking him to the playground. The playground was severely crowded at the moment and she was distracted by an incoming phone call, leaving Gabe out from her sight. Once she returned, her son was nowhere to be found.      



      "All done?" I asked, placing down the fork and delicately grabbed a napkin across the table. The young boy didn't even looked up; he has grown accustomed to my mouth. Both of us fell into silence, I pursed my lips as I tried shuffling words inside my head. 

"So, what's your name?"

"Gabe," he replied in a low voice, almost like a whisper. I could barely hear him, so I took a seat closer, "Gale?" I repeated. He shook his head, still refusing to meet my eyes, "Gabe," he said in a much louder and clearer voice. 

"Gabe? That's a wonderful name," I complimented, "Kinda reminds me of an archangel named Gabriel." I continued with a genuine smile plastered upon my lips, "Ever heard of him?" Slowly, his lips curved into a smile, "Yes." I didn't thought he'd reply since he hadn't said spoke from the moment I found him wandering around the playground.

"Here," I slipped a piece of candy into his already sticky palm. "This is one of my most favorite candy. Although it may seem plain but actually, it has special powers," I whispered close to his ear, wisps of his hair tickling my nose, "it could grant happiness. So, when you eat it, you'll always be happy." He glanced upward, his blue eyes clear and wide and trusting, but he didn't say anything. He didn't have to, his face expression told me everything. My lips stretched into a comforting smile, "I'm not going to hurt you," I tried convincing him again, "I want to help."

Suddenly, he sneezed. I was taken aback, steadying myself from falling off the chair. That was unexpected.. "Hey, Gabe, are you alright?" carefully I pressed my palm against his forehead, "Are you coming up with a fever?" Oh shit, he is. I got up from my seat, "You're not feeling well. Let me treat you," I said, reaching out for his hand. He clung onto me, his beady eyes staring and his face was scruffier this time, probably exhausted. I practically carried him into my arms - thank God he was lighter than I imagined - I snuck my hand into my bag, rummaging it until I eventually found the car keys. Gabe calmly closed his eyes, his lips were moving and I could hear him breathing softly, slowly drifting into a deep sleep. Once I've reached the car, I gently placed him at the backseat and took my place at the driver's seat, revving the engine and adjusting the rear view mirror. I stole a quick glance at him before dashing to the road with my beloved Chevy. 


      As soon as I stepped into the doorway, I closed the door firmly behind me. I laid him down onto the living room couch, covering him with a blanket before scurrying to get some medicine. I went into the kitchen for a glass of water before returning to Gabe. I knelt beside him and tucked his hair behind his ear, "Gabe," I said quietly, "You need to drink this. It'll make you feel better." He was still fast asleep and he gurgled like a baby when I shook his body, almost like he was bristling against my words. "I don't want to, mommy," he kept his eyes shut, "It's bitter!" he complained. Mommy? I watched him in confusion, did he just called me 'mommy'?

"Gabe, I'm not your mom," I shook my head with a smile, "C'mon, time for your medicine." I tried shaking his body lightly.

"Mommy.." he murmured. It took me awhile but in the end, I gave up and allowed him to continue sleeping instead. He's probably dreaming of meeting his mom. I caressed his face, like any mother would do to her child once they've tucked them into bed. I never knew I had this motherly-instinct inside of me. I wonder when will I ever settle down for a family of my own? Who would I be married to? It certainly wouldn't be Harry now, wouldn't it? This marriage, this contract was beneficial for both of us and it didn't meant anything. I headed towards my bedroom for a quick change of clothes. Before going downstairs, I caught sight of mom's photo, framed and was beautifully placed on top of the dresser, where I could get a good view of her and pretended that she was here every night watching over me. I recalled a familiar song she was fond of; it was the second movement of the Sibelius violin concerto, the darkest, saddest piece of music on the planet. It was mom's favorite. She knew all of Tchaikovsky, Rachmaninoff, Sibelius and Prokofiev, and nothing of Nirvana or any music I held to be important at the time. I was often so annoyed at mom for that. But now the soaring, wailing violin replaying inside my head touched my cracked heart. I eased forward. Step by step, I felt as if my bare feet was floating an inch above the carpet. There, my knees gave out and I lay down on the floor and cried.

The next morning, I awoke at the sound of footsteps coming from the bottom floor. I shot myself straight up, realized that I've left Gabe all alone through the cold night. I rushed downstairs and called out his name, "Gabe! Gabe, where are you?" I almost stumbled downward when I accidentally missed a step. Luckily, I was able to regain my balance and avoid instant death. I heard my phone ringing countless times, it was either Kacey; expecting for my attendance today at the studio or someone else. I ignored the phone calls and searched the living room. "Gabe?" He appeared from the kitchen, his face smeared with chocolate. He must've found the chocolate I've hidden in the refrigerator. Honestly, I was only hiding them from Jane. I sighed in relief, rubbing my forehead, "Jesus, Gabe. Don't scare me like that." He bowed his head, "Sorry," he apologized. I was surprised that he replied, normally he wouldn't. He walked towards me and handed me the chocolate bar, "I'm sorry I ate your chocolate." 

"That's alright. You can have it," the corner of my lips rose. "You hungry?" I asked. He nodded his head instantly, I chuckled, "You should've woke me up. Chocolates aren't healthy breakfast meals," I gave a gentle pat on his back, "Let's make some scrambled eggs."

He sat across the dining table, scooping the eggs into his mouth greedily, devouring them. It felt nice to have someone else inside the house, usually it was only me and my dad. Even though we never really had breakfast or dinner together, it was nice hearing kitchen utensils clanking at night whenever dad makes his late-night meals or him snoring during his sleep. Ever since he left, the house became quiet. Too quiet. I checked my phone, there were two messages both from Kacey and ten missed calls from Madam Siliciana, Jane, Kacey and.. Harry. That's strange, he'd never call me unless it was something important.. or did he changed his mind about the house warming party? If he was willing to lend me his house, I'd definitely kiss him right away (sarcasm*) I dialled his number and waited patiently for him to pick up. 

"Hello?" he answered. 

"Hey, what's up?" I sounded casual, honestly I was exhausted; I haven't showered and I've a kid inside the house, whose mom I haven't found.

"Just calling to check on you, that's what good husbands do," he teased. I snorted, "Good husbands, eh?" I left the kitchen, avoiding Gabe from hearing our conversation although I knew he wouldn't understand either way, "I don't recall us being officially married." 

"Oh, c'mon. Aren't my efforts good enough?" he groaned. I placed the phone between my shoulder and ear as I perfectly folded the blanket Gabe used last night. "You could start being a good husband by lending me your house," I suggested.    

"Hmmm.." he hesitated, "Good suggestion. First off, admit that you're my wife and I'll consider," I could feel his playful smirk dancing along his lips, "Yeah, sure. I'm your wife," I did as he told sarcastically. I was in no state to debate with him. "Now, quit complicating things. Give me your house," I demanded.

"That's a really big request, Mrs. Styles," he chuckled, "Come and have tea with me," he said with a voice seductive; almost made my heart melt. "W-whatever," I stammered. 

"Will be there in a couple of minutes." I knew exactly where he was.

"Will be here waiting," he replied before hanging up the phone. I should probably bring along Gabe. Harry might know what to do, besides, leaving him alone in the house won't be a safe decision. Perchance, we might be able to find his mom. That aside, he needs a bath. It's a good thing dad stored some of my old clothes in a box, which he kept in his closet. I'm unsure whether it'll fit him perfectly, surely there'll be a t-shirt that matches with a pair of pants. I wouldn't want him walking around in a dress. I sniffed the collar of my shirt. Damn, I smell horrible. The smell of sweat invading my nose. I need a bath too.

I returned to the kitchen and watched silently as Gabe busied himself washing dishes, scrubbing them with a sponge before rinsing it again with water. Height wasn't an issue for him as he used a stool, which allowed him to reach for the sink. Such a good boy, his mom would totally be proud of him. He was well-educated, there's no doubt there's an amazing future awaiting for him up ahead.   


He spun around, my presence caught his attention. "Would you like to go for a walk?" I asked, eyeing him expectantly. He nodded his head enthusiastically before stepping down from the stool and ran beside me. "But first, you need a shower." 





I apologize if I haven't been updating much lately. 

It was either because;

1. I ran out of ideas (occasionally).

2. I wasted my time doing random things like doodling cartoons.

Things like this (n_n) 

3. My computer kept crashing, I didn't even get the chance to save (T_T) Because of that, I had to re-type the whole story (my whole hours practically wasted *sob*)

4. My cousin won't stop nagging about an upcoming cosplaying convention, known as "Hobbycon." 

Go and check it out yourself (if you want to. Unless you don't really give a damn, then start scrolling)

 5. I'm thinking about adding Taylor Swift (Harry's ex-girlfriend) into the story, creating an intense scene (*^*) Liek a love triangle, perhaps? However, I'm having second thoughts since I'm quite unsure about the outcome. 


If you have any ideas for me, feel free to comment 

Thank you sosososoo much for reading :D I admit, there's been some errors

and mistakes in my grammar (T^T) my apologies but I'm

flattered that some people took interest in this book.

I'll be sure to keep updating more chapters from now onward. 



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