Arranged Marriage
❤ Chapter Three ❤
All I want, is the days that your lips allow <3
So as soon as we got home things went a little like this:
I demanded answers from my mother. I needed to make sure that she was oblivious to the contract binding me and Harry in inevitable marriage. To my dismay, she was not. She knew all about it never told me, needless to say, I’m giving both my mother and father the silent treatment and making them feel as bad as possible. My grandmother came over shorty after to give me my final present. It was an iPhone 6 plus, it had all the business contacts that I would need programmed inside. I accepted the phone but made my grandmother leave straight after. I didn’t want to get angry and start shouting at her, but I can’t believe no one has told me about this before. She acted like this was a good thing, like I should be trembling with excitement, but it was quite the opposite. I had a good night’s sleep to my surprise, I’m not sure how, I guess it was the mental exhaustion. And that brings us up to right now. Sitting on my bed with my new phone trying to transfer the necessary contacts.
My stylist and close friend, Maya, is downstairs waiting to do my hair and makeup as she always does. But I don’t want to go downstairs and risk having to talk to my parents. I enter her phone number into my new phone and call her. Yes I’m calling someone who’s in the same house as me. She answers after a couple of rings and tells me that she’ll meet me in my dressing room. I’m not going to lie to you. I’m spoilt, but that’s the way I like it. My parents have enough money, and now that I own my the business, so shall I. but sometimes it’s tiring, at least I think it is. Don’t get me wrong I love it, but sometimes I wish I could just switch off, throw my phone to the side and not do my hair, wear no makeup. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t dressed and styled to perfection and that upsets me.
After I’m ready thanks to Maya, I grab my bag and make a speedy walk down the stairs and past the kitchen, where I know my parents will be sitting. I grab a pen and I scrap piece of paper to write a note and tell them that I’m going out. I don’t know where. I just need some room. I drop the metal pen on the marble floor, sending an echo down the halls and into the kitchen.
“Porsha?” my dad’s voice spoke. Busted. I turn away from the door that I was so close to escaping from on the balls of my feet and give him a questioning bitch face.
“Where are you going?” my mother emerges from behind him and finally speaks.
“Out” I say flatly, turning back to the door.
“No you’re not, you and Harry have a bonding day in half an hour”
“What? Do I get a say in this? You know I’m not marrying him right?” I say to quickly
“Honey, you don’t have a choice, you know about the contract” she says sympathetically, tears brimming in my eyes. “Come here baby” my mother says, enveloping me into a hug, it feels nice and I hate not talking to my mother.
I sink into the car seat next to Harry after he picked me up. I stay silent and awkward is an understatement.
“Do you speak?” he asks harshly, turning to me momentarily, then back to the road as she drives.
“Yup” I say popping the ‘p’
“What is your problem, God, you think I want to do this? Because I don’t, I’m doing because of my granddad and a stupid contract. You’re sitting in my car acting like a little stuck up bitch.” He near enough yells, making me jump. The anger drains from his face and becomes soft again
“There’s no way out of this, so just suck it up” he finishes.
“I’m sorry” I squeak, so pathetic.
“Will you at least talk to me? It’s pretty clear we aren’t suited as a couple, but we can’t be enemies for 3 years” I start to choke on the water I’m currently drinking. THREE. YEARS.
“Three years?” I croak out after composing myself a little.
“Yeah, shit isn’t it?” I laugh. You know when everything goes wrong and the only thing you can
do is laugh. It’s not your real laugh and everyone around you can tell. It’s that laugh of ‘are we done yet’ and ‘how much more shit do you want to throw?’ We pull up a little café. I’m going to try, as long as he does.
So as soon as we got home things went a little like this:
I demanded answers from my mother. I needed to make sure that she was oblivious to the contract binding me and Harry in inevitable marriage. To my dismay, she was not. She knew all about it never told me, needless to say, I’m giving both my mother and father the silent treatment and making them feel as bad as possible. My grandmother came over shorty after to give me my final present. It was an iPhone 6 plus, it had all the business contacts that I would need programmed inside. I accepted the phone but made my grandmother leave straight after. I didn’t want to get angry and start shouting at her, but I can’t believe no one has told me about this before. She acted like this was a good thing, like I should be trembling with excitement, but it was quite the opposite. I had a good night’s sleep to my surprise, I’m not sure how, I guess it was the mental exhaustion. And that brings us up to right now. Sitting on my bed with my new phone trying to transfer the necessary contacts.
My stylist and close friend, Maya, is downstairs waiting to do my hair and makeup as she always does. But I don’t want to go downstairs and risk having to talk to my parents. I enter her phone number into my new phone and call her. Yes I’m calling someone who’s in the same house as me. She answers after a couple of rings and tells me that she’ll meet me in my dressing room. I’m not going to lie to you. I’m spoilt, but that’s the way I like it. My parents have enough money, and now that I own my the business, so shall I. but sometimes it’s tiring, at least I think it is. Don’t get me wrong I love it, but sometimes I wish I could just switch off, throw my phone to the side and not do my hair, wear no makeup. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t dressed and styled to perfection and that upsets me.
After I’m ready thanks to Maya, I grab my bag and make a speedy walk down the stairs and past the kitchen, where I know my parents will be sitting. I grab a pen and I scrap piece of paper to write a note and tell them that I’m going out. I don’t know where. I just need some room. I drop the metal pen on the marble floor, sending an echo down the halls and into the kitchen.
“Porsha?” my dad’s voice spoke. Busted. I turn away from the door that I was so close to escaping from on the balls of my feet and give him a questioning bitch face.
“Where are you going?” my mother emerges from behind him and finally speaks.
“Out” I say flatly, turning back to the door.
“No you’re not, you and Harry have a bonding day in half an hour”
“What? Do I get a say in this? You know I’m not marrying him right?” I say to quickly
“Honey, you don’t have a choice, you know about the contract” she says sympathetically, tears brimming in my eyes. “Come here baby” my mother says, enveloping me into a hug, it feels nice and I hate not talking to my mother.
I sink into the car seat next to Harry after he picked me up. I stay silent and awkward is an understatement.
“Do you speak?” he asks harshly, turning to me momentarily, then back to the road as she drives.
“Yup” I say popping the ‘p’
“What is your problem, God, you think I want to do this? Because I don’t, I’m doing because of my granddad and a stupid contract. You’re sitting in my car acting like a little stuck up bitch.” He near enough yells, making me jump. The anger drains from his face and becomes soft again
“There’s no way out of this, so just suck it up” he finishes.
“I’m sorry” I squeak, so pathetic.
“Will you at least talk to me? It’s pretty clear we aren’t suited as a couple, but we can’t be enemies for 3 years” I start to choke on the water I’m currently drinking. THREE. YEARS.
“Three years?” I croak out after composing myself a little.
“Yeah, shit isn’t it?” I laugh. You know when everything goes wrong and the only thing you can
do is laugh. It’s not your real laugh and everyone around you can tell. It’s that laugh of ‘are we done yet’ and ‘how much more shit do you want to throw?’ We pull up a little café. I’m going to try, as long as he does.
Notes
hope you like this loves <3 congratulations to Louis&Briana, i have very mixed feelings about the babygate and i do question if it real, but if it is then i wish them the best <3
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3/18/16