Arranged Marriage

I make my way into the little café and follow Harry’s lead. The café wasn’t to my particular taste but it looks clean and the food looks decent. Harry takes a seat at a small table near the back and I sit opposite him. I take in his appearance for the first time today. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. Creative. He seems to catch me eyeing him up and down.
“Something bothering you?” he questions with that smirk he wears too often.
“No, no” I say, even though I think his attire is annoying.
“Well there clearly is” he battles.
“No, there’s not” I say through gritted teeth.
“Fine” he huffs, face falling from its smirk “what kind of married couple are arguing before I’ve even proposed?” I turn my eyes to his face without moving my head.
“You won’t need to propose, because I’m not getting married” I say, even though I know that I am. I feel like saying it aloud will make it go away.
“I think you find you are” the corners of his mouth turning up once again.
“I hate this” I sigh defeated “everything about this”
“Well there’s nothing you can do about it, so just go with the flow yeah?”
“Oh shut up” I snap and he raises his eyebrows in humorous shock “stop acting like everything is okay and that this isn’t going to ruin the next three years of my life. Because it is.” I’ve lowered my voice slightly, remembering that we are in a public place.
“Worrying won’t change anything babe” he says confidently, popping a piece of gum in his mouth “look” he pauses “as much as you don’t want to hear this, and as much as you’ll deny it, you’re an uptight bitch” he remarks, I flinch slightly at his language and struggle to pick my jaw up.
“Excuse me?” I try to keep my composure
“You have an obsession with this ‘young and free’ life style, but it’s all bullshit. You’re Malibu party holidays mean nothing if they are planned to the second. You need to let your hair down and live a little-” I go to cut him off “No, Porsha, I mean actually live. Have you ever let your friends see you without makeup on?” I suck in a harsh breath at his words. I’ve known him for a matter of days and he thinks it’s acceptable to ask questions that have nothing to do with him.
“Maya is my friend” I state
“Maya? Please. Someone that you don’t pay?” he pesters.
“I don’t see how this is any of your business” I retort
“Loosen up babe” he says before strolling out of the café. I’m left sitting there for a matter of moments before I realise that I don’t have a ride home. I grab my bag and run as fast as you can in five inch heels out of the front doors and see him climbing into his car with his phone pressed to his cheek. I observe his for a little while. Laughing lightly to whoever he is on the phone to. For some reason, I hope it isn’t another girl. It’s not that I’m interested in him, it’s just that I don’t want anyone else to have him. I feel protective? I don’t know. I just want his attention on me.
I climb into the car eventually, without saying a word to him.
“Yeah… yeah….. Ok, I’ll be over in ten” he says into the microphone on his phone. Hanging it up and cocking a brow at me. “Can I help you?”
“I need someone to take me home” I say confidently
“Well, I’m not going home” he mocks my tone and I huff, turning to face the windscreen “I’m meeting with some mates, you can come but only if you’re not going to be uptight”
“I am not uptight”
“Okay, okay…. I believe you”
“I loathe you” I breathe
“I loathe you too Mrs Styles”
***
“Hey guys” he says loudly as we enter through the front door. “Styles!” one of the boys shouts, there are three boys and two girl sitting around the living room. The room is slightly smoky but they have attempted to lighten it by opening the window “is this the bird?” he says with laughter in his voice. He has a pretty girl sitting beside him and his arm is draped over her shoulder “she’s fit” he adds earing a slap from the girl followed by laughs all around. My cheeks heat up at his comment and Harry smirks at me, damn you styles.
“Back off she’s mine” Harry jokes.
“Lucky me” I chime in, causing them to laugh
“Louis, Eleanor, Liam, Danielle, Niall” Harry says pointing to each one “And this is Porsha” he states lazily. I give a shy smile and take a seat next Harry. Louis leans over and offers me a cigarette
“Oh I don’t smoke” I say
“Of course you don’t” harry mumbles causing Louis to laugh.
“I feel sorry for you honey” El pipes up “Harry’s going to be smoking, drinking and sleeping around whilst you won’t even have a drink” she says rather harshly “long three years for you” she says laying back down into Louis shoulder.
“What do you mean sleeping around?” I ask, sounding quite pathetic
“That’s just what he does, slept with everyone in Holmes Chapel” she says, attempting to lighten the mood, it didn’t work.

Notes

Hey guys, I wen for a walk along the beach how cliché of me and I felt like writing so I did. I hope you enjoy this, your support means the world to me so please comment rate and all that stufffff
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