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."


11. House Hunting

"Harry," I persuaded.

"I'm sorry, Keira. This time, I really can't help."

"Harry," I tried to seduce him. If my appearances weren't enough to lure him, I decided to tune my voice into a sexier tone. He seemed to be pondering whether to or not to negotiate with me. He told me he had other occasions, which also highly required the use of his house. I spontaneously reached for his arm, stroking it gently, "Aww c'mon. It's just for one day," I begged. He watched dispassionately as the tip of my fingers crawled along his arm. "Nice try, Keira," he said. I sighed, dropping my hand to my side. "I'd love to help but I can't," he explained. 

"Can't you, just, umm, change the location?" I suggested. He nodded once, "As a matter of fact, I could but-"

"But, what?" I snapped at him. He shrugged, "If I lend you the house, then I won't be able to attend the party. Now, that's not a very fair trade," he complained. 

"Change the date!"

"That won't be easy," he shook his head. I gave out another sigh; a sigh of frustration. "I bet you've attended millions of parties before. Surely it'll be fine to miss just one party," I protested. "But this one's special," he smirked. I slumped against the chair, narrowing my eyes at him feeling unsatisfied. "Please," I pleaded, "Pretty please, with a cherry on top."

"I'll consider," his response was casual. He rewarded me a grin before leaving, escorted by his secretary, Jace and assistant manager, Amelia - both, who I've just met recently. "Harry!" I yelled. Why does he like making things complicated? I groaned. Hmmph.. fine! I don't need your house. I'll find another house, which will be three time greater than yours! 


      I hung out by the lounge. I took a sip of my coffee, scrolling down the contact lists in my phone. I wasn't going to call Jane, even though I knew she was always ready to help. Hana? Not a chance. I knew I could've asked for help from Kacey or Madam Siliciana but I've gotten them in so much trouble already, I wouldn't want to make things harder for them. Should I call off the party? Jane would be disappointed. What else was I supposed to do? Plan B; I could just rent a house. Is there an available house somewhere? I squeezed my forehead. None of this wouldn't have happened if Harry just agreed to lend me his house.

"Uh, hello," a voice greeted me. I glanced upward to see who it was. Those eyes seemed familiar, it took me awhile to actually realized that it was the guy I accidentally ran into yesterday. "Remember me?" he asked. I shifted my position and straighten my back, "Y-Yeah, I do." He was handsome and tall and proud, it was difficult to look away. He took a seat in front of me, his eyes not moving away from mine. 

I pushed aside all my thoughts as I faced yet another problem to be solved. "Glad you've found this place," I glanced across the cobbled road from the window, to where foot traffic was heavy. "You expected for me to get lost on my way here?" he teased. I turned to him, "Of course not." 

"Thanks," he smiled. "For what?" I shot him a quizzical look. "I thought you didn't heard me when I shouted last time," he leaned closer, "So, can you hear me now?" 

I frowned, "Are you accusing me of being deaf?" He laughed, "Of course not, ma'am. I apologize if my words wounded you," he bowed his head. "Ma'am?" I repeated. His playful tone somehow managed to pull me into this conversation. "Then, should I address you as Miss Keira Bright?" he lifted an eyebrow. What a surprise.. "You know me, and I don't know you. That's unfair," I gave out a short laugh. His smile was charming, "I'm Aaron. Aaron West," he reached my hand for a shake, "Pleasure to make your acquaintances."

"Pleased to meet you, Aaron," I replied. He seemed friendly, quite chattery too. "This is my first time meeting someone famous," his eyes wide with amusement, "Probably my lucky day." He scanned the area, his eyes darting from left to right, "So, where's your husband?" I was startled when he mentioned 'husband'. He shook his head, his voice cautious. "Hopefully he wouldn't beat the crap outta me if he saw me talking to you." 

"Don't worry. He won't mind," I reassured him. Of course he wouldn't mind. Of course he wouldn't care, he's not even my real husband! "You sure?" he doesn't seemed convinced. I chuckled, "I'm pretty sure." He searched the area one more time and flashed a smile, "Then, I'll be safe for a few hours." 

Aaron was a different person than Harry. We talked for hours, I didn't even noticed how many hours had passed. It was probably because of his approachable personality, I could probably feel the 'friendly' aura radiating from his body and that'll help him attract people easily. He said he needed to come to the World Resort Hotel for a job interview. "I took your advice and rode a taxi. Thanks to you, my career is saved," he smiled. "First of all, that wasn't an advice. That was only a suggestion," I answered teasingly. He moved recently, and surprisingly he rented an apartment which was a couple blocks away from my house. "We could hangout sometimes," he suggested. Aside Jane and my other girl-friends, I've never really had a guy friend before. I'm curious to see how it'll turn out, it's quite interesting. I remembered the friendship I had with Hana, nowadays, I'm not even sure who are my friends. Who else could I truly trust?

      I recalled hanging out with Hana a long time ago, right after our first entrance exam. She helped me. Both of us passed the exam with flying colors, it was absolutely amazing. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be able to achieve this far. "You're the best, Hana," I wrapped my arms around her, giving her a hug. "I'm glad friendship didn't come with a price tag, or else I couldn't afford to have an amazing friend like you," I said. She knew how important she was to me. She knew how much I believed her. I wasn't the type of person who would easily give people my trust, but if I do, they shouldn't have given me a reason to stop. And I'm surprised how quick it all ended.  

"Hey, you alright?" Aaron's voice interrupted me. I stared at him blankly, "Sorry, I was just.." I tried to come up with a reason, "um, lost in thoughts." He studied my face, "We've been talking for hours. You're probably tired, you should rest," he advised. I shook my head in disagreement, "No, I'm not tired. In fact, I've something else to do." I grabbed my bag and stood up, he sat motionless incapable of stopping me. "Where are you headed to?" he asked. 

"I need a house," I blurted out. "A house?" he looked somewhat puzzled, "Why do you need another ho-"

Before he finished his line, I scurried along, leaving him behind at the lounge. I need a house so bad, but where will I find one? I felt guilty leaving him like that but I invited him to the party, so surely he'll forgive me. I don't understand why I liked fleeing, especially when I actually had a good time talking to Aaron. Now, back to the main topic; the housewarming party. I wasn't planning to cancel it, since Harry's being stubborn, I needed a back-up plan. I should take a stroll around town, who knows? I might be lucky to find a house in time. 

The streets were less crowded, made it easier for me to go through. As usual, I kept my head low and remained cautious at all times. For once, it was peaceful and quiet. I walked past the flower shop, I gave a quick glance as I recalled the moment when I accidentally bumped into Harry. Well, basically, I didn't bump into him. "Your butt assaulted me," his words echoed inside my head. It was humiliating but if it weren't for my assaulting butt, I wouldn't have met him. I could almost replay the scene in my head countless of times, without realizing a smile bloomed on my lips. The part I loved the most, was the one when he made me a skirt. I rummaged into my bag and pulled out the tablecloth he used, including the flower brooch.  

I remembered how close we were. I was leaning against the wall when he wrapped the tablecloth around my waist. I was unsure whether I was impressed by his talent or mesmerized by his eyes. Probably both. He's right, we made an adorable pair.


Suddenly, I heard a distant cry, a child crying. I turned around, searching the place. Where was it coming from? Something bad must've happened, I probably shouldn't waste anymore time. There was only one place I could've think of; the playground. I thought it'd be a good guess, I quickly ran to the location. These heels were making it difficult for me to sprint faster, a few minutes later I steadied myself as I've reached the playground. I scanned the area, narrowing my eyes and my eyebrows creased. There wasn't a single child around, what a bummer. So much for trying to be a heroine. I must've been daydreaming, I shook my head and took a seat at the nearest bench. I pulled out my cellphone, I've received a few missed calls from Kacey. Words about the housewarming party must've spread fast, she wouldn't have called if she hadn't knew. Don't worry, Kacey. You're invited. I dropped my head backwards, shutting my eyes. My eyes flew open when I felt a presence, immediately I jerked my head upward. It was a young boy, his face wet with tears and his shirt was smudged with dirt. I walked towards the boy and knelt beside him. He seemed to be shaking nervously, unsure of approaching me. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," my voice tender and soft, attempting to reduce the nervousness pulsing inside him. I reached into my pocket for a tissue, which I took from the lounge. Carefully, I wiped the his face and the brushed away the dirt from his clothes. This fabric, his clothes are exquisite. He's wasn't an ordinary boy, he must've belong to an important family. He hadn't spoke, not a single word came out from his mouth. He seemed to have relaxed, he even stopped crying. Then, I heard his stomach grumbling. "Are you hungry?" I glanced at him.  He nodded, still refusing to meet my eyes. I gave a light pat on his shoulder, "Let's grab something to eat," I smiled. Obediently, he followed me and curled his hand around my wrist. 

The house? Well, that could wait. There's time, I had two days to find a house for the party but first off, this boy needed his mom and dad. So, obviously I had to find them. 


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