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."


15. My First Kiss

First step: add salt, or was it the spice? 

Oh wait, I have to preheat the oven first.

Or do I have to do it after?

This has got to be the most hectic day I've experienced so far. I had to do the cleaning and cooking all by myself. With Harry relentlessly attempting to grab my attention with his child-like escapades, I was a few inches away from throwing a big fit.


"Chill out," he advised but I disregard him. “Keira,” he purred with a toothy grin on his face, "would it kill you to listen to your husband? C'mon, chill.


I rolled my eyes at him in annoyance. I’ve been busy preparing a few dishes appropriate for the house-warming party and so far, Harry hasn’t lent me a hand. Instead, he had his magazines sprawled all over the floor and for at least half an hour, he sat comfortably on the sofa with a remote control in his hand with the television blaring loudly which pissed me off. He poked his head over my shoulder to have a peek at the dish I was currently preparing. "What is it that you want now?" I asked impatiently. He simply inhaled and smiled.


“It smells wonderful,” he complimented. “Will it be done soon?”


“It would've been done sooner if you helped,” I shot back, “don’t talk to me and go pick up those magazines.” He looked over his shoulder at the scattered mess and his smile grew wider, “You’re really bossy, aren't you?”

“Only if I have to be”

“Do I get a reward?”

After mincing a few vegetables, I turned to him. He was leaning dangerously close and his face was only a few millimeters apart. My eyes traveled to his lips. Stop it, Keira, I warned myself and shifted my gaze to his eyes instead. My heart was beating wildly, and I felt my cheeks turning a beet red but before he noticed, I ducked my head and slowly pushed him away immediately producing a safe distance between us.

“No, you don’t” I tried to sound casual on the outside but inside, I was unable to calm my rapidly beating heart.

 “That’s not fair. This is my house,” he reminded me, “Shouldn't I be the one giving commands?”

“On the contrary,” I lifted my finger to his mouth to silence him; I didn't want any interruptions which he was unusually good at, “you lent me this house. So, I’m temporarily the owner of this house,” I reasoned with him. I probably shouldn't be too harsh on him since he took a day off from work solely to attend this small party, which probably meant nothing to him.

He scratched the back of his head, “Alright then,” he reluctantly sighed in defeat. He knew arguing with me would be futile. Obediently, he took his leave to the living room and began picking up the magazines. I gladly exhaled; I didn't realize I've been holding my breath. Another hour with him would be fatal; his presence could seriously take my breath away but somehow, somewhere in the depths of my heart, I was willing to let it happen.


Several hours later, a few guests have arrived. Madam Siliciana came first, and she was exceptionally delighted. Stunningly gorgeous as ever, she leaned to whisper: “You have such a great husband.” I immediately blushed and replied shyly, “I know.” Madam Siliciana winked in agreement, and after noticing my tired expression, she offered to help me in the kitchen which I gladly accept. Harry did a fairly wonderful job in greeting the guests and welcoming them as well, unaware of their eyes constantly glued to him, admiring his every move. I knew that it would bound happen, that people were unconsciously getting attracted by his entrancing good looks and care-free personality.

But I couldn't deny the fact that I felt a slight pang of jealousy when a couple of girls cornered him with their eyes watching him alluringly, and laughing rather cheerfully but obviously, fake when he made a monotone joke.


Jane came afterwards, along with Hana. I rushed to greet them and gleefully pulled Jane into an embrace. Hana watched us with a pensive face, and to her left was Cale. He wore his usual bright and radiant smile on his face. Sun bear; I recalled the nickname we gave him. He had his hand wrapped lovingly around Hana’s waist but Hana displayed zero interest in his efforts of public affection.


“This party is amazing,” Jane said excitedly. “I knew you could pull it off!”


“So,” Hana cleared her throat, “where’s your husband?” Cale seemed annoyed but he decided to keep quiet to avoid enraging his beloved wife. If it weren't for her displeased face expression and the fierce determination of hers to dig out the truth, I would assume she had an obsession for Harry but I knew better that she wanted nothing more than to see me failing. She probably couldn't stand the idea of losing to me, but what’s the point? She has already won. She won when she took away the first person ever to have stolen my heart. She won when she gave me my first heartbreak. She won when she crumbled our friendship and threw it into the bin like a scrunched up piece of paper. I tried to smile but the pain was unbearable, “He’s talking to the guests.”

“He’s rather friendly, isn't it?” our eyes traveled to Harry, who seemed occupied by conversing diligently to a few older men with a glass of drink in his hand. When our eyes met, a smile rose at the corner of his mouth. “Mrs.Styles,” he mouthed from a distance. Even from afar, he had his way to tease me. Nevertheless, a smile bloomed on my lips and my stomach fluttered with butterflies. Suddenly, I was unexpectedly pushed forward by an incredibly strong force.


“Go to your husband,” Jane said sternly, “Why are you hanging around here anyways? He needs you,” she smiled warmly, “and you need him.” For a moment, I forgot about Hana. Her presence was slowly becoming an immunity to me but the memories were still undeniably hurtful. Hana wasn't looking at me now; she seemed to be arguing with Cale for whatever reason which didn't piqued my interest.  

I walked over to Harry, feeling slightly guilty for leaving Jane behind with the quarreling lovebirds. I had my eyes fastened to the ground as I continued taking cautious steps towards him and I was biting my bottom lip. Act normal, I mentally scolded myself. Everyone else will notice if you’re acting strange. Harry is doing fine, then why the hell are you not doing the same thing?


“What are you thinking about?” Harry’s concern voice made me jump. He was standing in front of me and most of the crowds were eyeing us curiously. I shook my head and managed a bland smile, “It’s nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he said calmly and gently lifted my chin to face him. “You know you can tell me anything.” How was he able to do these things so naturally? I wonder if his heart races like mine whenever we touched. I couldn't tell whether he was acting or if he was being serious. What would have happened if the deal we made was never made? Would we be able to really fall in love, and not faking to be driven madly in love for the public’s knowledge? There was only one thing I knew for sure; my feelings for him were not fake, and everything he did greatly affected my emotions. But it was only a matter of time...

Before it would meet its end.


Kiss her!” one of the men from among the crowd shouted.


“Yeah, kiss her!” I recognized that voice – it was Jane. I gave her a warning look but she disregards my deadly glares and began shouting some more in support, “Kiss her!”


I was about to tell Harry to shrug it off, but instead I found him already staring deeply into my eyes. I could almost feel the intensity in his eyes. Was he being serious? I fumbled for words, unsure what I would have to say to change his mind. “Are y-you seriously going to kiss me?” I asked in a low whisper, so the others wouldn't hear.



It’s just one kiss,” he inches closer simultaneously narrowing the distance between us. He tilted his head, gradually inching closer with his lips almost reaching mine. Slightly nervous, I closed my eyes and mentally counted the seconds before his soft lips collided with mine.

One, two, three, four...

Then, I felt it. His warm lips pressing softly against my cold ones. It was gentle and rough at the same time. He hastily pulled me closer, continuing to devour my lips and his hand crawling along my back, sending chills down my spine. His strong arms held onto me protectively. Thank God he did because my legs were about to give away. When our lips parted, I kissed him once more. It was electrifying and for a moment, we were the only ones in the world. He couldn't let go and neither did I, but eventually we had to when we realized there was a crowd of spectator around us.

I can’t seem to look at anyone else but him. Our eyes were locked in each other and neither of us made an attempt to break free. He gently placed his head on my shoulder and whispered lovingly into my ear: “I love you.

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