Now it’s back to where we were, as strangers.

April 30, 2012
The Dahm Mansion


The alarm clock on my nightstand began to buzz. Loud. I groaned and rolled over, smacking it endlessly, yet it didn’t shutup. So I swung my arm forcefully and it hit the wall, breaking. I groaned again and then Harry came strolling into my room.

“Morning,” he said, smiling and sitting down beside me. “It stopped raining. Oh, and you’re parents are here for tea.”

“Really?” I sounded exasperated. Today, is not the day to deal with my parents. I don’t want to do anything today. I just want to sleep and realize that the love of my life is getting married to someone else in four days. “But I don’t want any tea…”

“Well they’re waiting on you,” he smiled proudly and I mocked it, “Come on. It will be fun.” I laughed for real and he slumped. “Besides, I’ve got Rocky Road Ice Cream.”

“Don’t even go there, suave.” I held up my finger and he snapped his fingers in a z-formation, making me laugh.

“Please, come downstairs,” he stuck out his lip and widened his eyes, “Pretty please with a me on top?” I scoffed and pushed him a little, but he came back with a vengeance and pushed me down on the bed, hovering over me. “You will come downstairs, to hang out with me and your parents,” he said in between kisses as he trailed them down my neck.

“I will… If you stop torturing me,” I joked and he looked at me, his hair tumbling over his eyes.

“Torturing you…?” he questioned, cocking his eyebrow. “We haven’t even got to that chair and those chains I promised you…” he smirked and his hand landed directly on my thigh, making me suck in a breath, “If you thought that was torture..” his hand slid up my thigh and landed directly in between my legs, making me grab onto his shoulders.

“Am I interrupting anything? Because surely, I’m not.” I looked to see Malina by the door, but Harry didn’t even budge.

“M. We were just about to go downstairs,” I stuttered, pushing Harry away from me and standing up.

“Mhm. Sure you were. Deacon and Niall will be here any minute, and I hope you two learn how to control yourselves around other people if you catch my drift.” She winked before walking downstairs.

“Why is Deacon coming?” I asked, looking at Harry.

“He’s a groomsmen, we have things to discuss,” he mocked and I smiled, slipping my bra on and then slipping over a small blue sundress. “Don’t zip that,” he whined and I looked back to him.

“Well why not?” I asked and he walked up to me.

“It shouldn’t even be on you…” He slid down one of the straps and I scowled.

“Stop. We have guests.” I winked at him and walked down the stairs.

“You know. I’m wondering. How is that as soon as Malina said Deacon’s name, you straightened up and decided to come downstairs,” Harry said behind me and I shrugged. “Do you have feelings for Deacon?”

I stopped where I stood and laughed a little, turning to him. “Okay. Just because I pay attention to someone doesn’t mean that I have feelings for them.”

“Woah. Well, Anastasia. Let me say that to you,” he furrowed his brows and I balled my fists.

“Darling!” we both looked to see my mother walking towards me, “I’ve missed you even though it’s been three days.”

“You didn’t miss me for the four months you were gone?” I asked and her smile disappeared.

“Honey, I’m sorry-”

“No, no. It’s fine. You could have at least sent me a letter in mail confirming to me that you weren’t fucking dead,” I snapped and walked behind her and into the kitchen.

“Hey girl.” Malina was in the kitchen making iced tea and I smiled. “What are you up to?” she asked and I sighed.

“Just having a ramble with my mother. Same old teenager problems.” I ran my hand over my forehead, pushing my hair back.

“Anastasia,” Harry appeared in the doorway of the kitchen and Malina and I both looked at him. He cleared his throat and shot his eyes right to me, “Can we talk?” I crossed my arms and he stood up straighter. “I need to talk to you. Now.”

I huffed and walked up to him, making him grab me by the arm and drag me into the living room, “What is it that you need?”

But before he could say anything, my mother appeared in front of us, smiling so brightly that the sun was dull. “What’s going on?” she asked and I slumped down, lolling my head back.

“Anastasia and I were just talking, Mrs. Greene,” Harry stated and she smiled again.

“About what? About your love?” she emphasized the word love and I looked at Harry, making him look at me.

“We’re not compatible in that way mother. Sometimes I believe he thinks that I am just a stranger. Apparently he was just a caretaker for me while you were gone, and I think that’s what he believes too,” I spoke, my eyes locked on Harry’s the whole time.

His jaw clamped tightly down as he said, “You know I don’t think that.”

“Yeah. Just two strangers.” I forced a smile and finally looked at my mother.

“Well good. Harry, I’m looking forward to your wedding this Saturday,” my mother said and Harry cleared his throat.

“Oh trust me mother. I am too,” I snapped before walking away from the both of them. I walked into an empty guest room and closed the door.

But then Harry walked in slowly and closed the door. “What the fuck was that, Anastasia?” he yelled and I sighed.

“I can’t do this anymore. Everywhere I look somebody is talking about your goddamned wedding. And guess what Harry? You’re not getting married to me! So why the fuck is this still going on?” I cried and he walked up to me.

“Because I love you,” he muttered and I sniffed.

“Well this is where we belong. I think it’s best if we split up and move on, Harry.” I began to sob and he shook his head.

“You don’t even believe those words coming out of your mouth. Anastasia, I know you don’t mean that.” He reached for me but I took a step back.

“I mean it,” I stated and he clenched his jaw again.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He crossed his arms and I clicked my tongue.

“Then I am.” I walked forward a bit but he grabbed my arm.

“No. You’re not fucking going anywhere. Not until we talk about this with my consent,” he grated and pulled me back in front of him.

“No.” I shook my head and he became furious.

“No? No?” he grabbed my arm again and pushed me back onto the bed, surrounding me completely, “You’re listening to me goddammit.” The anger in his eyes told me stay put, and I went with my instinct and nodded my head.

Notes

Last update for tonight and then the rest tomorrow! Only five more chapters left!

Who's dreading it?? *raises hand* I'm gonna miss this story.