~Emma's P.O.V~

"What do you mean with that?!"

"Hun, it's for your own good."

"But I don't know him!"

"Erm... Emma. I'm still here."

"I know that, Mr.Styles."

"Call me Harry."

"Ok."

"Emma, you'll get to know him."

"Still. Why do I have to move out?"

"Because it's the best for you."

"The bags are done. What's going on?"

"Listen, Emma, you'll see your parents any time you want, but for now, I'll need you to come home with me. Like Kyle said, it's for your own good, dear."

"I just want to know why..."

"I'll tell you in the car, just come with me."

"I'm not sure if I should..."

"Honey, just come with me."

"She has no other option."

"Sorry, can you repeat that, mum?"

"Yeah. Harry paid for you. They told you, right?"

"No...we didn't..."

"Ups... sorry..."

My parents sold me... How could they?! What I'm going to be? His maid, probably...

"Your paid for me to be what? Your maid?"

"No."

"Then for what?"

"For you to be my wife..."

"What?! Is that even legal?!"

"Yes, it is."

Great, now I'll turn into an house wife... God, what did I did wrong, to be punished like this?!

"Just go with him, Emma."

"You really want to rid of me, don't you dad? Let me tell you this, I'll leave because I'm sick of being here!"

"Emma!"

"What now?"

"Were you really getting sick of us?"

"It wasn't you, but now it is."

"Charles, please take her bags to the car."

"Of course, Harry."

"Thank you."

"No problem, Emma."

Well, at least they seem nice people...

"Can we leave, like now, Harry?"

"Yes, love, we can."

"Bye, mum and dad."

"Goodbye Kyle and Belle. We'll talk later."

"Goodbye..."

This is it... I'll never live here in the poor side of London again... I'll have money... I'll be married... With Harry...

~Emma off~

~Harry on~

She seems so... mad with this whole thing... Still, she accepted on coming with me which is a good thing.

"So, why me?"

"Sorry?"

"Why me? Why not some supermodel?"

"Because you're perfect and because I don't want to marry some supermodel."

"I'm not perfect."

"When we get home do me a favor and look at yourself in the mirror."

"Only if you want it broke."

"Stop saying that stuff. You're really beautiful. By the way, tonight we have a dinner."

"Mind telling me where?"

"Louis Tomlinson's house."

"Oh, ok..."

"You're ok with it?"

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"Great."

"Harry, Emma. We're here."

"Thanks, Charles."

"No problem. Leo, is here to carry your bags, Emma."

"Why can't I carry them?"

"Your not suppose to anymore, love."

"Weird..."

"You'll get used to it."

"I don't know..."

"Come in."

We left the limo and when I looked back at her she was wide-eyed looking at our house, which made me laugh.

"You live here?"

"Let me correct you. WE live here."

"Oh...right... But, this is huge..."

" You have seen nothing, love."

"There's more?!"

"Yes, my dear. There's more."

"Oh my..."

I grabed her hand and walked us to the front door.

"Sweet mother of god... This is... "

"Shhhh. Wait 'till you see the rest."

"Ok..."

"Lets go."

[...]

"The last but not least, your bedroom."

"Man, this is huge."

"Stay here. Your maid will come with the stylist to get you ready."

"Ok..."

"See you later, babe."

"Bye, Harry."

I left with a huge smile. Tonight they'll see, who will joke.

~Harry off~

~Emma on~

Man, this is place is beyond huge...

"Hello, Miss. Williams, I'm Brook, your maid and this is Lou Teasdale, you stylist and make-up artist."

"Hello, Miss. Williams."

"Hello, and please, just call me Emma."

"Oh, alright."

"So, Emma, when we finish this, you'll even be prettier than what you already are."

"Great."

"So lets start with the dress."

Before i could think, I was already being dressed and other stuff. This will be a long evening...

~Emma off~

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