A Month In Sin
09. Late Night Talks
In all honesty, I didn't want to believe what Mom was doing. She was okay with it, and on top of that, she was forcing us to stay married for thirty days. A whole month.
I didn't understand why we had to do this if we were just gonna get a divorce in the end anyways.
Even if we did fall in love, I didn't want this. I wanted this to be done right. I wanted us to get to know each other, fall in love, get engaged, and then get married. I wanted my father to be asked before I got asked!
None of this was my plan.
"Ori!" Eris broke me from my thoughts, making me realize I was just staring where Mom and Dad had disappeared to.
"What?" I snapped.
"Pizza Roll?" she asked.
"Hell no. You know I don't eat those things. They're full of carbs. I'm fixing a salad."
She rolled her eyes and popped one in her mouth.
As I looked into the fridge, my night just got worse. With the wedding consuming most of the week, as far as planning went, Mom didn’t have time to go to the store. Therefore, there was no lettuce.
With a groan, I closed the fridge and sat in between Eris and Niall.
"So, no lettuce?" Eris smirked.
"Shut up," I snapped as I took a small bite out of a cheese Pizza Roll.
The slower you eat, the less you eat, so I ate really slow. The more I ate, the harder I would have to workout tomorrow.
"So, Ori, we need to discuss this. What are the plans for these next thirty days?" Eris asked.
"I don't know. I still haven't fully agreed to it yet."
Everyone looked at me with annoyance in their eyes.
"Alright. So, it looks like a nasty divorce for Ori and I," Niall exclaimed.
I jumped at the sound of the loud crack of his hands hitting each other.
"I said I haven't agreed yet, not that I wasn't going to," I snapped.
I was being bitchy, but I didn't want this.
But . . . maybe I needed to try. I could let loose, after all. I mean, it was just thirty days. What harm could be done?
"So, Mom suggested that we document each day. She suggested writing a journal, but I know that no one wants to do that. Does anyone else have another idea?" I asked.
"How about a daily video? Like we sit there for thirty minutes to an hour and record ourselves and at the end of the thirty days, we release it to the Directioners and 5 Seconds of Summer Family," Eris suggested.
I thought over the idea and I actually really liked it.
"That sounds like a good idea. Does anyone disagree with that?"
No one spoke up, so I assumed that no one hated it.
"Alright, so we will do that,” I said, and I took a deep breath. “Now, sleeping arrangements. Luke and Niall, we have two extra guests rooms. You can take them if you’d like. If not, we have the living room and the basement."
Eris looked at me with a funny expression. “Okay! New sleeping arrangements!”
I rolled my eyes. I should have known she was not going to agree to that.
“Luke, you are in my room with me. Niall, you are apparently in the guest room. Ori can show you where that’s at.”
Eris and Luke walked away, leaving a few Pizza Rolls and the plates with a little sauce on them left on the table. I sighed and went to put them in the sink, but I could tell Niall was still there.
“Why are you so against this?” he asked.
“So against what?” I asked.
“Staying married to me.”
I stopped and put the plate down.
“Niall, it’s not being married to you. It’s being married in general. I’m twenty years old. I still have hopes and dreams. Yes, getting married is one of them, but not right now.”
“I don’t think that’s it.”
“I don’t think it’s the fact that you’re twenty and you have hopes and dreams because you can still accomplish them,” he so accurtely pointed out, and I felt my stomach churn. “You aren’t pregnant. You’re just married, to a very wealthy twenty three year old might I add.”
“Oh really? If it’s not that, then what is it?”
When his eyes tightened, the churning in my stomach only soured. “I think it’s the fact that it’s because you aren’t in control. This whole situation is a mess, and you can’t stand it. You know that if you stay in this marriage, you won’t be able to control your life, and you can’t stand the thought of that. You know you won’t have a house you stay in a lot. Your husband won’t have a ‘normal’ job, and everything will be out of your control all the time. That’s why you don’t want to stay in this marriage, and you know that.”
“H-Ho-How d-di-did you--?” I stuttered.
Niall stepped extremely close, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my forehead.
“Honey, I’m not just some air-headed boy-band member. I have a brain, and I can read you like an open book.”
The sheer fact that he saw straight through me should have been a sign, but it wasn’t, because we just weren’t meant to be. We were complete opposites.
Niall loves clubs. I hate them.
He hates books. I love them.
He hates order. I love it.
The only place our world met is that my sister and his best friend are madly and hopelessly in love with one another, or at least they would be.
These thirty days were going to end with me realizing the guy I’ve fallen in love with and idolized for the past five years is a total douche-bag, and I’ll get a divorce.
For Eris, these thirty days were going to end with a small, simple wedding, which we might as well start planning.
I left the plates in the sink and walked away, leaving everything for in the morning. I showed Niall to his room, and then went to mine. I changed into my pajamas, a white tank-top and flowery black and white shorts, threw my hair up into a messy bun, turned out the lights, and then laid down. I fell asleep quickly, and all I saw were blue eyes and blonde hair.
Everything I didn’t want to see.
So, y'all finally see a side to Ori y'all have never seen. :) She isn't just bitchy.
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