The Arranged Wedding
Chapter 2
Harry Styles POV.
The boys and I sat on the porch, and watched as my brother pulled his wife towards the limousine. He was clutching onto her wrist. She's a sweet girl, and I hate that she's with someone like Riden. He's an absolute dick. She looked back, and spotted us. She seemed absolutely terrified. I gave her an encouraging smile, and she returned it. Then my brother threw her into the limousine. He looked back at me, and shook his head. I simply gave him a sarcastic smile, and he got in the long vehicle. It drove away, just married painted on the back. I sighed and shook my head.
"Poor thing. She's going to be stuck alone with him for the next week." I said. I honestly felt bad for her, and so did the other boys. Zayn was the most upset out of all of us. His sister was involved in an arranged marriage. She fell in love with a bartender, and started having an affair. When her husband found out, he killed her. It was completely covered up, but we knew the truth. Zayn can't stand my brother, because he reminds him of his sister's murder. I could tell he had a soft spot for Annabeth already.
"If he hurts her, I'll kill him. A man should never lay his hands on a woman." Zayn said, looking disgusted at the direction they had left in. "I honestly hate your brother." He added on. I nodded in agreement. I can't blame him for hating Riden. He had become a spitting image of my father. I had grown up watching my father beat my mother. I don't know if I'd be able to watch Riden do the same to a woman. It's just wrong.
"No one hates him more than I do." I told him. It was the truth. I couldn't stand the sight of my father, just as I can't stand the sight of Riden. I had walked in as my brother had her pushed against the wall. I wanted to stop him, but I knew it would only make it worse for her. She was obviously scared, but she held her ground.
"She's more like us though, so that's kind of cool. I was worried you were going to have another stuck up snob in your house." Niall said, changing the subject. I smiled at his words. She is most definitely like us. Which makes me worry about her even more. I've always been one to rebel against this lifestyle. So have the lads. I can see her doing the same thing.
"We should keep an eye out for her. Make sure she doesn't get herself into trouble." I told them. They all agreed, and we went back inside. What a weird day this has been. The wedding was an absolute blast! Note the sarcasm there. Though I am curious to see what it will be like, with our newest addition to the family...
Annabeth Styles POV.
Last night was awful. It was our wedding night, so I obviously was obligated to give Riden my virginity. I always thought your first time was so post to be romantic. This was anything but that. It was painful, and my body was now aching. Riden had already left. Our honeymoon to Italy, was more like a business trip. I didn't mind, I would much rather be alone. I didn't want to be around anyone right now. I got up slowly, my whole body screaming at my actions. Then a made my way to the bathroom. I turned the water on to scolding hot, and hopped into the shower. The boiling water relaxed my tense muscles. I could feel some of the pain falling down the drain with the water. When I was done I dried my body, and put my hair in a fishtail braid. I added some light make up to my face. I went into the bedroom, and observed my suitcase. What to wear... I ended up putting on a Falling in Reverse t-shirt, and some waist high shorts. Perfect. Now what do I do. My phone vibrated on the side table. I checked it, and saw I had a text from an unknown number.
From: Unknown
Received at 8:49 A.M.
Hey it's Harry. My mum gave me your number, and I just wanted to see how your "honeymoon" is going?
I giggled at the text, and thought about what I should text back. I went ahead and saved his number to my phone.
To: Harry
Sent at 8:50 A.M.
Not too bad now that Riden left on business.
I sent the text, and flopped on the bed. My phone buzzed, not too long after I sent the text.
From: Harry
Received at 8:50 A.M.
So it's more like a business trip aye? Works out better for you. Now you get to text me all day. ;)
I giggled, and felt my cheeks turn pink. He really is an odd guy.
To: Harry
Sent at 8:51 A.M.
I suppose I don't have a choice, since there's nothing better to do. ;)
I had to argue with myself about sending the winky face. Well hell he sent one, why can't I? So I finally decided on using it, and sent the text. My phone buzzed when he responded.
From: Harry
Received 8:53 A.M.
Don't act like it's a bad thing Annie. I've been told I'm quite fun to talk to.
Did he just call me Annie?
To: Harry
Sent at 8:53 A.M.
Annie?
I had always been called only Annabeth...
From: Harry
Received at 8:54 A.M.
Yes my dear, your new nickname is Annie. But only I can call you that. ;)
Again with the winky face. What type of game are you playing with me Harry Styles? Nicknames as well? What an odd boy he is. Then my phone started to ring, and Harry's name popped up. For some reason I felt my stomach flutter as I answered it.
"Hello?" I asked, and I could see his smile through the phone. Dimples poking through his cheeks. I blushed at the thought. Wait I blushed. No that can't be right, why would I do that. Stop it Annabeth, he's your husband's brother. You're asshole for a husband...
"Hello dearest Annie. Do you look as marvelous as you sound?" He asked, making me laughed. Oh my god my cheeks are pink. I don't understand exactly what he's doing. What is he doing to me for starters. You know what, Harry is cool, and I'm just going to enjoy his company. I need to stop questioning myself. I need to at least find some happiness in this hell.
"You really are something else Harry." I said while chuckling. I was shaking my head, and biting my lip. I heard him laugh as well.
"I am something else, I'm one of the wonderful Styles! We are rich, and can do anything we want! I'm personal friends with Prince William! I'm most definitely something else!" He said, his voice drowning in sarcasm. I sighed, and shook my head. Yes the wonderful Styles, but I don't really see him like that.
"You may be a Styles, but you're just Harry to me." I told him. The line was quiet for awhile, and at first I was worried I had said something wrong. It was true. I haven't known him for long, but I can tell we'll be good friends. He most definitely doesn't fit into the Styles clan. He's too humble...
"Thank you Annabeth. Not many people can appreciate me as a person." He said, the tone of his voice now quite different. He was being quite sincere, and it almost broke me. There was a strange hint of sadness, but I understood. People like us, are only known for our family names. Not what we like to do, or our favorite color. I could relate.
"I prefer the person over the name, and I suppose you're not too bad." I told him. It went silent for awhile, yet again. I picture him bit at his bottom lip, utterly lost in thought. For some reason the image made me smile, and warmed my chest. I quickly pushed the thought aside.
"My brother... He doesn't deserve a girl like you. I really do hope I have the opportunity to get to know you more. You just continue to amaze me Annie." He said, sounding as if he was mainly talking to himself. I sighed at the mention of my husband. It always seems to come back to that. I just wish I could run away from it all.
"Riden is not really my type. I was honestly quite disappointed to be honest, I was expecting more, from the way girls talk about him." I joked in attempt to lighten to the mood. I succeeded, as I heard Harry's laughter boom through the phone. I couldn't help but to smile at the cheerful sound. For some reason it relaxed me.
"So Annie, what exactly is your type?" He asked me. I hummed, and thought about it. Well I can tell you Riden is far from it. Well hell that's a start...
"I like a guy who's not too full of himself. Who will put the people he cares about, before himself. Someone who I can talk to without having to pretend I'm happy. Pretty much the opposite of what I was given." I told him, biting my bottom lip. He chuckled slightly, making my stomach flutter.
"You know I've been told I'm brothers opposite. So I must ask Annie, are you happy talking to me, or is it all a hoax?" He asked me. My cheeks turned pink, yet again. That's a good question. I most definitely do enjoy his company. I can say this is the happiness I've been in days. A simple phone call us managed to boost my mood.
"No Harry it's not a hoax. I have quite enjoyed talking to you." I told him. Nerves shot threw me, as I waited for him to answer. Was that the wrong way to respond? Should I have said it differently? Should I have not said it at all?
"I'll have to keep that in mind. I can most definitely say the same thing about you. I'm afraid I must get off the phone, I have a brunch to pretend to." He said making me laugh. The change of words. That's funny. Pretend... "I'll text you later, only if you would like." He added on. I nodded my head, and then remembered he couldn't see me.
"I'd love it if you did so." I told him.
"Alright love, I'll talk to you then." He said, and hung up. I hugged my phone to my chest, and let out a sigh. Was he flirting with me? I'm his brothers wife, why would he do such a thing? Then again he's made it quite evident, that he's not Riden's biggest fan. He must have been flirting with me, but why? And an even bigger question, was I enjoying it?
One Week Later...
Our honeymoon was finally over. Riden and I were walking to the Styles mansion. His hand gripped my wrist, something I had become accustomed to. My wrist now had a cast on it, my body bruised, and my cheek had a cut. Riden found it necessary to show me the consequences, if I were to break the rules. I can promise you after that I won't. Some of the people that work at the house were taking in our luggage. Riden was thankfully not around for most of our honeymoon. I talked to Harry a lot, also called some friends from back home. I've already started to miss them terribly. We walked inside. Harry and Zayn were on the stairs chatting. Anne and Gemma stood by the doorway, waiting to greet us.
"Annabeth dear, what on earth happened to you?" Anne asked nervously. Riden glared at his mother, and I just looked away. Harry had a shocked look on his face. Zayn just seemed absolutely livid. I swallowed nervously, waiting for Riden to answer for me.
"She tripped. Annabeth is quite clumsy, aren't you dear?" Riden asked me. I faked a smile, and nodded. "I have things I must attend to, so I must be leaving. Have someone show Annabeth the rest of the house." Riden told his mother. She nodded, and smiled at him. He finally released my wrist, and went back out the door. "Zayn and I will show her around mum. You and Gemma should go to your dress fitting anyways." Harry told her. Anne gave him a smile, and so did his sister.
"Thank you dear. We'll be back soon Annabeth, it's lovely to see you. Make yourself at home, it is yours as well now." Anne told us. I gave her a smile, and both the girls kissed my cheeks before leaving. No words were said, until we heard the car zooming away. Then Harry got up, and walked over to me. He picked up my wrist, a frown prominent on his face.
"He did this to you yes?" Harry asked me. I nodded my head slowly, feeling like I could trust him. Zayn just kept shaking his head. He seemed more than mad, which confused me. I had only met Zayn once before. He got up, and left, leaving Harry and I alone. I gave Harry a confused look.
"You remind him of his younger sister. Their parents arranged a marriage for her, and her husband killed her. That's why he's so upset. She was a good woman." Harry told me, and I frowned at his words. That's absolutely awful. Maybe that's why he's so quiet. Harry stared into my eyes, silent questions being asked.
"I'm fine Harry, don't worry about me. Zayn shouldn't worry either." I told him. He let out a sigh, and hooked his arm in mine. He then showed me around the house. The pool. The kitchen. The dining room. The gym, yes they had a gym. Everyone's offices. Many of the bedrooms. He stopped at his room. I peeked through the door. It was quite different from the others. He had band posters on his walls. There were a few guitars scattered throughout the room. His room was the only one with pictures.
"Your room actually looks like a human lives there." I told him. He laughed at my comment, and intertwined our hands. I gave him a confused look, but he didn't seem to notice. He gently led me inside of his bedroom. I admired his shelves. They were neatly stacked with books, and journals.
"Do you write?" I asked him. His cheeks turned a little pink, and he shrugged. I smiled at him, and continued to observe his belongings. I saw a postcard from California. I remember him mentioning it. He noticed me looking at it, and smiled.
"I've never actually been, but I'm going to go someday. When I was young, I always dreamed of going there. I wanted to be a singer, and to get a little house on the beach. That's the life for me." He told me, flopping down on his bed. I sat next to him, and ran my fingers over the blanket. He smiled at me.
"That doesn't sound too bad. It sounds quite relaxing actually." I said quietly. He smiled at me, and placed his hand over mine. It made me tense at first, but then relax. His touch was so gentle, and smooth. It was so different from Riden's. His touch was harsh, and rough.
"Well your welcome to come with me when I do." He told me, his voice barely above a whisper. I bit my bottom lip, and looked away from him. I felt my cheeks get hot, and electric bolts shoot threw me. For some reason his words excited me. Just the thought of us running away to California, made me giddy.
"Maybe." I told him. It was a little tense in the room, so I decided to change the subject. "So where will my room be? Am I sharing one with Riden?" I asked him. He sighed, and took my hand again. We got up, and he led me down the hallway. He pointed to a very elegant looking room. "That one is yours and Riden's room, and the one next to it is your sitting room. It's kind of like an office. You can change it up, and add to it as you like." He told me, his hand now placed on the small of my back. I turned around, his hand moving to my arm. I gave him a small smile, and then wrapped my arms around his neck. He seemed a bit taken back at first, but soon he hugged me back. I pulled away, and he now had a bright smile on his face.
"Thank you Harry." I told him. He gave me a shy smile, his cheeks a light pink.
"Oh... um uh yeah... not a problem. I imagine you want to get yourself settled. I'll be in the lounge if you need anything." He told me. I nodded my head, and he left. The ghost of his touch still remained, but I forced myself away from the thought. I walked into my sitting room, and observed it. The furniture was white and black. It was a beautiful room. I laid down on one of the couches, and took a blanket from the edge of it. I've grown quite tired, it's been a long day. I shut my eyes, and let myself drift off into sleep...
The boys and I sat on the porch, and watched as my brother pulled his wife towards the limousine. He was clutching onto her wrist. She's a sweet girl, and I hate that she's with someone like Riden. He's an absolute dick. She looked back, and spotted us. She seemed absolutely terrified. I gave her an encouraging smile, and she returned it. Then my brother threw her into the limousine. He looked back at me, and shook his head. I simply gave him a sarcastic smile, and he got in the long vehicle. It drove away, just married painted on the back. I sighed and shook my head.
"Poor thing. She's going to be stuck alone with him for the next week." I said. I honestly felt bad for her, and so did the other boys. Zayn was the most upset out of all of us. His sister was involved in an arranged marriage. She fell in love with a bartender, and started having an affair. When her husband found out, he killed her. It was completely covered up, but we knew the truth. Zayn can't stand my brother, because he reminds him of his sister's murder. I could tell he had a soft spot for Annabeth already.
"If he hurts her, I'll kill him. A man should never lay his hands on a woman." Zayn said, looking disgusted at the direction they had left in. "I honestly hate your brother." He added on. I nodded in agreement. I can't blame him for hating Riden. He had become a spitting image of my father. I had grown up watching my father beat my mother. I don't know if I'd be able to watch Riden do the same to a woman. It's just wrong.
"No one hates him more than I do." I told him. It was the truth. I couldn't stand the sight of my father, just as I can't stand the sight of Riden. I had walked in as my brother had her pushed against the wall. I wanted to stop him, but I knew it would only make it worse for her. She was obviously scared, but she held her ground.
"She's more like us though, so that's kind of cool. I was worried you were going to have another stuck up snob in your house." Niall said, changing the subject. I smiled at his words. She is most definitely like us. Which makes me worry about her even more. I've always been one to rebel against this lifestyle. So have the lads. I can see her doing the same thing.
"We should keep an eye out for her. Make sure she doesn't get herself into trouble." I told them. They all agreed, and we went back inside. What a weird day this has been. The wedding was an absolute blast! Note the sarcasm there. Though I am curious to see what it will be like, with our newest addition to the family...
Annabeth Styles POV.
Last night was awful. It was our wedding night, so I obviously was obligated to give Riden my virginity. I always thought your first time was so post to be romantic. This was anything but that. It was painful, and my body was now aching. Riden had already left. Our honeymoon to Italy, was more like a business trip. I didn't mind, I would much rather be alone. I didn't want to be around anyone right now. I got up slowly, my whole body screaming at my actions. Then a made my way to the bathroom. I turned the water on to scolding hot, and hopped into the shower. The boiling water relaxed my tense muscles. I could feel some of the pain falling down the drain with the water. When I was done I dried my body, and put my hair in a fishtail braid. I added some light make up to my face. I went into the bedroom, and observed my suitcase. What to wear... I ended up putting on a Falling in Reverse t-shirt, and some waist high shorts. Perfect. Now what do I do. My phone vibrated on the side table. I checked it, and saw I had a text from an unknown number.
From: Unknown
Received at 8:49 A.M.
Hey it's Harry. My mum gave me your number, and I just wanted to see how your "honeymoon" is going?
I giggled at the text, and thought about what I should text back. I went ahead and saved his number to my phone.
To: Harry
Sent at 8:50 A.M.
Not too bad now that Riden left on business.
I sent the text, and flopped on the bed. My phone buzzed, not too long after I sent the text.
From: Harry
Received at 8:50 A.M.
So it's more like a business trip aye? Works out better for you. Now you get to text me all day. ;)
I giggled, and felt my cheeks turn pink. He really is an odd guy.
To: Harry
Sent at 8:51 A.M.
I suppose I don't have a choice, since there's nothing better to do. ;)
I had to argue with myself about sending the winky face. Well hell he sent one, why can't I? So I finally decided on using it, and sent the text. My phone buzzed when he responded.
From: Harry
Received 8:53 A.M.
Don't act like it's a bad thing Annie. I've been told I'm quite fun to talk to.
Did he just call me Annie?
To: Harry
Sent at 8:53 A.M.
Annie?
I had always been called only Annabeth...
From: Harry
Received at 8:54 A.M.
Yes my dear, your new nickname is Annie. But only I can call you that. ;)
Again with the winky face. What type of game are you playing with me Harry Styles? Nicknames as well? What an odd boy he is. Then my phone started to ring, and Harry's name popped up. For some reason I felt my stomach flutter as I answered it.
"Hello?" I asked, and I could see his smile through the phone. Dimples poking through his cheeks. I blushed at the thought. Wait I blushed. No that can't be right, why would I do that. Stop it Annabeth, he's your husband's brother. You're asshole for a husband...
"Hello dearest Annie. Do you look as marvelous as you sound?" He asked, making me laughed. Oh my god my cheeks are pink. I don't understand exactly what he's doing. What is he doing to me for starters. You know what, Harry is cool, and I'm just going to enjoy his company. I need to stop questioning myself. I need to at least find some happiness in this hell.
"You really are something else Harry." I said while chuckling. I was shaking my head, and biting my lip. I heard him laugh as well.
"I am something else, I'm one of the wonderful Styles! We are rich, and can do anything we want! I'm personal friends with Prince William! I'm most definitely something else!" He said, his voice drowning in sarcasm. I sighed, and shook my head. Yes the wonderful Styles, but I don't really see him like that.
"You may be a Styles, but you're just Harry to me." I told him. The line was quiet for awhile, and at first I was worried I had said something wrong. It was true. I haven't known him for long, but I can tell we'll be good friends. He most definitely doesn't fit into the Styles clan. He's too humble...
"Thank you Annabeth. Not many people can appreciate me as a person." He said, the tone of his voice now quite different. He was being quite sincere, and it almost broke me. There was a strange hint of sadness, but I understood. People like us, are only known for our family names. Not what we like to do, or our favorite color. I could relate.
"I prefer the person over the name, and I suppose you're not too bad." I told him. It went silent for awhile, yet again. I picture him bit at his bottom lip, utterly lost in thought. For some reason the image made me smile, and warmed my chest. I quickly pushed the thought aside.
"My brother... He doesn't deserve a girl like you. I really do hope I have the opportunity to get to know you more. You just continue to amaze me Annie." He said, sounding as if he was mainly talking to himself. I sighed at the mention of my husband. It always seems to come back to that. I just wish I could run away from it all.
"Riden is not really my type. I was honestly quite disappointed to be honest, I was expecting more, from the way girls talk about him." I joked in attempt to lighten to the mood. I succeeded, as I heard Harry's laughter boom through the phone. I couldn't help but to smile at the cheerful sound. For some reason it relaxed me.
"So Annie, what exactly is your type?" He asked me. I hummed, and thought about it. Well I can tell you Riden is far from it. Well hell that's a start...
"I like a guy who's not too full of himself. Who will put the people he cares about, before himself. Someone who I can talk to without having to pretend I'm happy. Pretty much the opposite of what I was given." I told him, biting my bottom lip. He chuckled slightly, making my stomach flutter.
"You know I've been told I'm brothers opposite. So I must ask Annie, are you happy talking to me, or is it all a hoax?" He asked me. My cheeks turned pink, yet again. That's a good question. I most definitely do enjoy his company. I can say this is the happiness I've been in days. A simple phone call us managed to boost my mood.
"No Harry it's not a hoax. I have quite enjoyed talking to you." I told him. Nerves shot threw me, as I waited for him to answer. Was that the wrong way to respond? Should I have said it differently? Should I have not said it at all?
"I'll have to keep that in mind. I can most definitely say the same thing about you. I'm afraid I must get off the phone, I have a brunch to pretend to." He said making me laugh. The change of words. That's funny. Pretend... "I'll text you later, only if you would like." He added on. I nodded my head, and then remembered he couldn't see me.
"I'd love it if you did so." I told him.
"Alright love, I'll talk to you then." He said, and hung up. I hugged my phone to my chest, and let out a sigh. Was he flirting with me? I'm his brothers wife, why would he do such a thing? Then again he's made it quite evident, that he's not Riden's biggest fan. He must have been flirting with me, but why? And an even bigger question, was I enjoying it?
One Week Later...
Our honeymoon was finally over. Riden and I were walking to the Styles mansion. His hand gripped my wrist, something I had become accustomed to. My wrist now had a cast on it, my body bruised, and my cheek had a cut. Riden found it necessary to show me the consequences, if I were to break the rules. I can promise you after that I won't. Some of the people that work at the house were taking in our luggage. Riden was thankfully not around for most of our honeymoon. I talked to Harry a lot, also called some friends from back home. I've already started to miss them terribly. We walked inside. Harry and Zayn were on the stairs chatting. Anne and Gemma stood by the doorway, waiting to greet us.
"Annabeth dear, what on earth happened to you?" Anne asked nervously. Riden glared at his mother, and I just looked away. Harry had a shocked look on his face. Zayn just seemed absolutely livid. I swallowed nervously, waiting for Riden to answer for me.
"She tripped. Annabeth is quite clumsy, aren't you dear?" Riden asked me. I faked a smile, and nodded. "I have things I must attend to, so I must be leaving. Have someone show Annabeth the rest of the house." Riden told his mother. She nodded, and smiled at him. He finally released my wrist, and went back out the door. "Zayn and I will show her around mum. You and Gemma should go to your dress fitting anyways." Harry told her. Anne gave him a smile, and so did his sister.
"Thank you dear. We'll be back soon Annabeth, it's lovely to see you. Make yourself at home, it is yours as well now." Anne told us. I gave her a smile, and both the girls kissed my cheeks before leaving. No words were said, until we heard the car zooming away. Then Harry got up, and walked over to me. He picked up my wrist, a frown prominent on his face.
"He did this to you yes?" Harry asked me. I nodded my head slowly, feeling like I could trust him. Zayn just kept shaking his head. He seemed more than mad, which confused me. I had only met Zayn once before. He got up, and left, leaving Harry and I alone. I gave Harry a confused look.
"You remind him of his younger sister. Their parents arranged a marriage for her, and her husband killed her. That's why he's so upset. She was a good woman." Harry told me, and I frowned at his words. That's absolutely awful. Maybe that's why he's so quiet. Harry stared into my eyes, silent questions being asked.
"I'm fine Harry, don't worry about me. Zayn shouldn't worry either." I told him. He let out a sigh, and hooked his arm in mine. He then showed me around the house. The pool. The kitchen. The dining room. The gym, yes they had a gym. Everyone's offices. Many of the bedrooms. He stopped at his room. I peeked through the door. It was quite different from the others. He had band posters on his walls. There were a few guitars scattered throughout the room. His room was the only one with pictures.
"Your room actually looks like a human lives there." I told him. He laughed at my comment, and intertwined our hands. I gave him a confused look, but he didn't seem to notice. He gently led me inside of his bedroom. I admired his shelves. They were neatly stacked with books, and journals.
"Do you write?" I asked him. His cheeks turned a little pink, and he shrugged. I smiled at him, and continued to observe his belongings. I saw a postcard from California. I remember him mentioning it. He noticed me looking at it, and smiled.
"I've never actually been, but I'm going to go someday. When I was young, I always dreamed of going there. I wanted to be a singer, and to get a little house on the beach. That's the life for me." He told me, flopping down on his bed. I sat next to him, and ran my fingers over the blanket. He smiled at me.
"That doesn't sound too bad. It sounds quite relaxing actually." I said quietly. He smiled at me, and placed his hand over mine. It made me tense at first, but then relax. His touch was so gentle, and smooth. It was so different from Riden's. His touch was harsh, and rough.
"Well your welcome to come with me when I do." He told me, his voice barely above a whisper. I bit my bottom lip, and looked away from him. I felt my cheeks get hot, and electric bolts shoot threw me. For some reason his words excited me. Just the thought of us running away to California, made me giddy.
"Maybe." I told him. It was a little tense in the room, so I decided to change the subject. "So where will my room be? Am I sharing one with Riden?" I asked him. He sighed, and took my hand again. We got up, and he led me down the hallway. He pointed to a very elegant looking room. "That one is yours and Riden's room, and the one next to it is your sitting room. It's kind of like an office. You can change it up, and add to it as you like." He told me, his hand now placed on the small of my back. I turned around, his hand moving to my arm. I gave him a small smile, and then wrapped my arms around his neck. He seemed a bit taken back at first, but soon he hugged me back. I pulled away, and he now had a bright smile on his face.
"Thank you Harry." I told him. He gave me a shy smile, his cheeks a light pink.
"Oh... um uh yeah... not a problem. I imagine you want to get yourself settled. I'll be in the lounge if you need anything." He told me. I nodded my head, and he left. The ghost of his touch still remained, but I forced myself away from the thought. I walked into my sitting room, and observed it. The furniture was white and black. It was a beautiful room. I laid down on one of the couches, and took a blanket from the edge of it. I've grown quite tired, it's been a long day. I shut my eyes, and let myself drift off into sleep...
Notes
Here's chapter two, let me know what you think of it!
All the love,
JR
They have been reported by me and Allie Miller for stealing our stories... thank you all so much for you're support.... I've been writing on here for years now and I never thought this would happen to me... I'm going to start keeping an eye out for everyone's stories...
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