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You got me in chains, you got me in chains for your love
But I wouldn't change, no, I wouldn't change this love
You got me in chains, you got me in chains for your love
But I wouldn't change, no, I wouldn't change this love

Chains - Nick Jonas

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I feel hot. The air around me feels way too warm for my liking and I can feel sweat dripping on my back. A body moves next to mine and I hear a throaty groan falling from someone's lips. I immediately open my eyes to see who is the person lying besides me, but the sunlight is too bright for me and all I can see at the moment is a bright light. I'm slowly adjusting to the blinding light as I blink a couple of times.

I glance next to me and see Harry, having his head stuffed in my pillow while his whole arm is draped across my hip, hugging my torso. His mouth is slightly open, letting soft snores travel in the air. His hair is a mess on his head, curls sticking up, here and there. The sunlight falls directly on his back making it seem like a faint light is surrounding him. He looks angelic wrapped in white sheets, with that calm expression on his face and the early morning light bathing his figure, almost unapproachable.

I smile at the sight in front of me and lie next to him, bringing my body closer as it gets to his. I nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck and breathe in his scent while feeling the hot puffs of air on the top of my head. I smile in content at the feeling of being in his arms, even for a little while, even if he's asleep, even if it's fake.

"Hmm...Good morning." Harry groans and I take a deep breath at the sound of his morning voice.

"Good morning." I say back to him but I don't make any further moves to untangle myself from him.

"I don't remember falling asleep." 

"Neither do I." I reply and he chuckles. "I guess we fell asleep while talking."

"Hmm..." He hums and I turn my head to look at him. He has is eyes closed and his other arm -that's not wrapped around me- on top of his head. He looks so beautiful. "Your bed is comfortable."

"Thanks." I laugh.

"You know, I think we should get up. If any of your parents came in, would think we got freaky last night." He winks at me and I can't help but laugh.

"Shame on you Harry. I'm not that easy."

"Well, I never said you were. I just hinted that I'm way too sexy, that you couldn't resist the temptation." I take a pillow and hit him on the chest.

"You're a pig." He gives me a smile and I feel my chest tingling. "Now get up. I have to shower, brush my teeth and make myself look presentable." I instruct him and he stretches his arms in the air while groaning.

 Okay that was hot. I gulp and get up to head in the shower.

I finish rather quickly and once I open the bathroom door, I see Harry sitting in a quite tidy bed, typing something on his phone.

"You made the bed." I state and he smiles.

"It was the least I could do." He shrugs. "By the way, I texted my mum and told her I crashed to Niall's. What about your parents?"

"I had locked the door last night so that means that they didn't come in. My father is probably at work right now." I say while looking at the clock on my wall. "Do you want to go out somewhere for breakfast?" I ask out of the blue and he nods.

"You have to notify your mum, Ione. She didn't see you last night and you can't just leave."

"Then how will we leave without her understanding that you spent the night here, Harry?" I ask frustratingly. Harry gets up and places his hands on my arms trying to make me calmer.

"You're over thinking, just go downstairs, tell your mum that you're going out for breakfast and I'll leave from your window. Like every other time." He gives me a toothless smile and I sigh.

"Okay."

"I'll see you outside." He winks at me and climbs out of my window. I shake my head and my heart swells with fond. I quickly unlock the door and head downstairs to find my mum, sitting comfortably in the kitchen, reading an article on her tablet. 

"Good morning, mum." I kiss her cheek and she smiles as she takes her glasses off. I sit in front of her, looking at her with pleading eyes. Something she finds strange and looks at me questioningly. 

"What happened?" 

"Nothing. I just got a call from Harry, asking me if I could go out with him for breakfast." I state and her eyes shine.

"Harry huh? Who is he? Do I know him?" He interrogates me and I roll my eyes. 

"He's been at my school for a long time, but we started hanging out lately." 

"Is he handsome?" He asks me in a whisper.

"Ye- I mean...Mum! We're only friends. Friends...okay?" I whine and she nods, even though I know she didn't buy it.

"Okay, then what's the problem?" 

"I need money." 

"It's in the drawer of my desk, in my bedroom." She says and I storm off to her bedroom. I get downstairs once again, wear my coat and wave at mum. 

"Be safe, honey." She blows me a kiss and I laugh. It takes some steps to reach the back yard and see Harry, standing by the wall. 

"What took you so long?" 

"You know how mums are." I sigh and he chuckles. This Saturday the sun honoured us by shining bright in the clear blue sky. Which is a bit rare for October. I'm not complaining though. 

We decide to walk to the closest cafe, since the weather is giving us the chance of enjoying our walk. We enter a small coffee shop in a forgoten alley in the centre of London. The smell of coffee and fresh baked biscuits fill my senses, taking me somewhere magical. 

Harry guides me in a booth and sits in front of me. The waiter comes and takes our orders. I take off my coat and cross my hands on top of the table. 

"The waiter was flirting with you." Harry comments and I shake my head. 

"No, way. He wasn't." 

"Did you see the way he was looking at you and how he said: 'What can I get for you, beautiful'?" He mocks and I try to stifle my laugh. 

"Well then, it was about time to be liked by someone." I give him a lopsided smile and he frowns. 

"What do you mean by that?" 

"I mean that no one has a crush on me. So I kind of like it that I meet someone's standards." 

"Don't think like that. Just think that the universe has everything planned out for you, and it's keeping you for someone special." I laugh at his way of thinking but I get interrupted by the waiter bringing us our drinks and food. I raise my mug to take a sip from my cappuccino when I see a piece of paper folded on the small plate. I pick it up and open it. I read it and shake my head while a small smile finds my face. 

"What does it say?" Harry, curiously asks. 

"Don't you know that curiosity killed the cat?"

"But satisfaction brought it back. No one ever says the whole saying." He lays back in his chair with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. 

"Take it." I scoff and hand it to him. He takes it and raises a brow while reading it.

"So are you gonna call him?" 

"I don't know. I mean, I don't even know this guy." I shrug.

"You're right. Don't go." He crumbles the paper and throws it on the table. 

"You think so?" 

"Yes, you don't know him. He might be a serial killer. You can't risk it." He says with a serious yet cute face. 

"I don't know if you're a serial killer, either." I point out and he looks at me while smirking. 

"Yes, you see the difference is that you like me." 

"Okay you won." 

"I always win." He says and I kick him under the table. 

"Don't be so sure." 

"Are you sure you don't wanna play football?" He groans. "You have a nice kick right there." 

"Nah...not my cup of tea." 

"And what's your cup of tea?" 

"Hot blond guys with blue eyes." I joke and his eyes widen. 

"So you're going to call him?" He asks. 

"No, I was joking." I laugh. "But enough with me. What is happening in your life, Harry Styles?" I fake a serious interview tone and Harry straightens his posture. 

"Nothing much, Ione Mae. Nothing much." He shakes his head and his curls bounce up and down, I smile in amusement. 

"Any lucky lady in your life?" 

"Ah...you know. Same old. I'm open to offers though." He wiggles his eyebrows and I scrunch my nose. I fall back in my seat. 

"Really? You're still single?" I ask him and I feel like throwing up, while waiting for his answer. 

"Yes. For now at least. I haven't found someone to spark my interest and I really don't look for a girl to fill my weekends, but a steady relationship. Who knows. I might find someone in Rachel's Halloween party." He shrugs and I swallow the lump in my throat. He still looks for someone to spark his interest, which means I don't meet his expectations and standards. Making me another girl in the endless line of girls, who'll never know what being with him feels like. 

"You'll find the one. I'm sure." I say to him and change the subject. After we pay for whatever we had, we get up to leave. 

"Uh...I have to go somewhere. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah sure." He nods and I smile bitterly at him. I go to the opposite direction of where we came from, trying to find a quiet place to sit. Alone with my mind. Trying to figure out this mess we call 'love'. 

How stupid. Why does it even exist? All it gives you is pain. It feels like my heart is ripping itself apart and lets the broken pieces fall down and shutter even more. 

I sit in a bench in a park and bring my knees to my chest while hiding my face in the space within. The tears feel hot on my skin but the cold wind, cools them off, leaving a chilly, numbing feeling on my complexion. My uncontrollable  sobs cut through my throat, tearing me apart. Hearing my cries makes me feel even more pathetic, even more lonely, even more broken. 

Why? Why am I letting a person make me feel like this? Why can't I stop it? Why can't I be with the one I want the most? Why is it so hard to make the one that makes me feel safe, my home? I feel like crawling in the dark with my heart shuttered in my hands, to reach someone that will take it in his hands and fix it, glue back together every single piece. Even the smallest.

With trembling hands and still tears blurring my vision, I take my phone out. I dial a number that I know by heart and put the phone in my ear. 

"Hello?" 

"Rachel." I choke out. 

"Ione, are you okay?" She asks highly concerned. 

"No. Please come pick me up." I cry.

"Where are you, Ione?" I can hear her grabbing her keys and storming out of her house. 

"At the park we used to come when we were kids. I'm sitting in a bench. Please Rachel, come pick me up." 

"I'm on my way." 

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sorry for the delay. Today I was supposed to update chapter 13 but unfortunatelly i didn't have time. Anyways, here it is. Hope you like it.

happy halloween to those who celebrate it. And you know... i'll try to keep my tears in today bc of the last show. I don't promise anything though.... :( I'll miss them

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