The Arranged Wedding

Annabeth Styles POV.

I spoke to God today, and she said that she's ashamed.
What have I become, what have I done?
I spoke to the Devil today, and he swears he's not to blame.
And I understood, cause I feel the same.

Arms wide open, I standalone.
I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, righteous side of hell.

I heard from God today, and she sounded just like me.
What have I done, and who have I become.
I saw the Devil today, and he looked a lot like me.
I looked away, I turned away!

Arms wide open, I standalone.
I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, the righteous side of hell.

I'm not defending, downward descending, Falling further and further away!
Getting closer daily!
I'm getting closer daily, to the end.
To the end, the end, the end, I'm getting closer daily!

Arms wide open, I standalone.
I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, the righteous side of hell.

I sat in my "sitting room" listening to one of my favorite bands. It's been three days since Harry and I decided to do whatever it is we're doing. I guess you could say he's become my secret lover. I turned on "Blasphemy" by Bring Me The Horizon. I sang along to the lyrics, and jumped on my couch. The door swung open, and Riden walked in.

"Hello husband." I greeted him. He rolled his eyes at me. Harry was leaning in the doorway, a smile on his face. I continued to jump, as Riden gave me a disapproving look. His arms were crossed.

"You act like a child." He snapped at me. I laughed at his comment, and nodded my head in agreement.

"And you're a workaholic." I told him. "True Friends" came on, and I squealed.

"Don't you know, don't you know?! True friends stab you in the front!" I sang. Riden sighed, and rubbed his temples.

"Will you please turn your treacherous music down? I'm trying to work." He asked me. I laughed at him, and went over to my speakers. I turned it down slightly, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Since you said please." I told him sarcastically. He left the room, bumping Harry's shoulder. I smiled at him. We heard a door slam shut, and Harry came in. He shut the door behind him, and locked it. He placed his hands on my hips. He kissed me, and I smiled.

"I like your music." He told me, and I giggled. He took me over to the couch, and had me sit on his lap. I flicked my hair over my shoulder. "You look sexy today babe. I love you in a dress by the way." He whispered seductively in my ear, then lightly nibbling on the lobe. He moved his lips to my neck. Fuck he knows how to use his tongue. It's perfect. He's perfect.

"Annabeth wake up!" He told me. I gave him a confused look, and he said it again.

And that's when I woke up...

I was in Harry's bed. Still, in my clothes... from when my brother came over. My head was pounding, and I felt like someone had hit me with a baseball bat. Harry had a worried look on his face, as he studied me. "Are you alright Annie, you kept saying my name in your sleep?" He asked me. I shook my head, trying to figure out, what the hell was going on. What day is it? Why is he acting so strangely? How the hell did I get here?

"What happened?" I asked him, quite confused. He sighed, and gave me a smile. He looked exhausted, and... nervous?

"After we showed your brother and niece their rooms, we came up here. You tripped, and hit your head on the bed panel. You've been asleep for four hours." He told me, seeming upset. What? Is he telling me we never happened? This was all some type of sick joke my mind played on me? A beautiful nightmare...

"You don't remember that doll?" He asked me. I shook my head, and attempted to sit up. He came quickly by my side, and insisted I lie down. One hand was on my shoulder, and the other was holding mine. The site made me burst into tears.

"Hey now sweetheart. Don't cry lovely." He told me, attempting to give me comfort. He took an ice pack, and placed it on my head. I ignored the pain, and continued to cry. "Does your head hurt Annie?" He asked me. I shook my head at him, and continued to bawl. He sighed, and sat the ice pack down. He pulled me to him, just like in the dream, and I cried into his chest. He was silent, as he allowed me to let my tears out. It wasn't till they had died down to a soft sniffle, that he spoke again.

"You're upset... why?" He asked me in a hushed tone. I wiped my eyes, and moved away from him. He gave me a look of hurt. I stared at my husband's brother. He was beautiful in every way. He seemed so confused, and worried, but even then he was of a Greek God. The dream, as well as my currents thoughts, which was the exact reason I needed to stay away from him. My feelings for him shall be the death of me. Riden's warnings once again reminding me of what I will never have.

"I had a really good dream. When I woke up, and realized it was nothing more than a dream, it made me sad." I told him. He gave me a small smile, and moved closer to me.

"You... you said my name in your sleep. Many of times. Was this dream of your about me?" He asked me. His cheeks were now painted red, as he stared at me with hopeful eyes.

"Indeed it was. That's why I think we shouldn't be friends anymore." I told him. Harry's once pink cheeks, were now ghostly white. Shock had settled into him, and I felt his grip tighten on my hand. Almost as if he were to let go, I would disappear. The sad thing is, in a way I would.

"Your right." He said his voice sounding almost monotone. I felt a small knife stab me when he agreed. This is what I wanted right? "We shouldn't be friends, we should be more than that. You want that. Don't tell me you don't." He added on, his voice confident. I sighed and shook my head.

"This is for the best Harry." I told him, my voice coming out colder than intended. I stood up, and tried to pull away. He pulled me to him, both of us now standing. Our faces were only inches apart, yet he seemed to far. I wanted to be closer, but I knew I couldn't.

"Harry please... don't make this harder than it already is." I begged. His eyes flutters, and I saw a small tear fall down his cheek. I wanted to force myself to look away from his pain, but I couldn't. I wanted to stop his tears, but I couldn't. All I could do was stand there.

"You can't just tell me that were over, before we've even had the chance to start my dearest Annie. Let... let me kiss you, and then you can tell me no. If you do so, I will gladly leave you be." He told me. I shook my head at him, feeling my own tears form. I know that if he kissed me, I wouldn't be able to turn away. He must know this as well. If his lips were to touch mine, I would never leave his side.

"I married to your brother Harry. I can't kiss you, no matter how much I hate Riden. Even then he's still my husband. I won't lie to you, if you were to kiss me right now, I would melt into your arms. But I'm not so post to feel that way about you." I told him, letting out another sob. He held my face gently in his hands. I knew what he was going to do, so I forced myself to push him away. Once again I caused the most beautiful creature in the world pain. I ran to the door, and swung it open. What I saw was my worst nightmare. I had seen him mad, but this was more than I had ever anticipated.

Riden...

Notes

I know it's short, I just really wanted to get an update in. Let me know what you think!!!

~JR