Displayed Love | Theodore Nott

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PIPER

I groan as the alarm clock blasts into my ears, I turn over and slap it off and go back to sleep. But it goes off again, I groan and throw it at the door. I get up and go to the bathroom, dragging my feet.

I look at my phone and it reads 6:30am, why is the alarm clock set so early?

I go downstairs after brushing my teeth, still in my 'pjs', I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee. I lean against the counter as I drink my coffee, then Theodore comes down. Wearing a black tank top with black sweatpants and a gold chain to complete it.

I move to the table as he pouts his own cup, he sits down in front of me.

"Couldn't pour me a cup?"

"No," I smile at him sarcastically.

"Are you always sarcastic?"

"99.9% of the time." 

"Get ready," he says putting his cup away.

"What why?"

"Honeymoon."

"I'm not going on a honeymoon with you." I put my cup away and sit on top of the island.

"Well you have too, remember what I said? We need to make this marriage look real." He leans against the counter top in front of me.

"Just find some honeymoon pictures on google and photoshop our faces into it," I shrug.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it'll work."

"Too bad, pack your shit." He goes upstairs.

"What am I supposed to pack when I don't know where we're going! Asshole." I mutter.

"I heard that!" He screams.

"Good for you!"

(on private jet)

I cross one leg over the other, drinking the champagne they gave. I put my phone on charge since I don't have service to go on it, I roll my eyes as Theo sits in front of me.

"Can you tell me where we're going now?" I say.

"Eh I don't want to," he says.

"We're not in an actual relationship so I don't need surprises, where are we going?" I ask sternly.

"We're going to Atlanta."

"Atlanta? For a honeymoon? No wonder your single," I laugh.

"Well Atlanta's the first stop, I need to finish some business then we're going to Italy," he says.

"I've always wanted to go to Ital- wait, did someone tell you I wanted to go to Italy?" I ask.

"No."

"Liar."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"Your best friend told me."

"You talked to Kelly?" I ask confused.

"No, well yes. Me and her boyfriend are close friends, before I got involved in the mafia, so I was talking with him a few days before the wedding and he put Kelly in the phone so I asked where you've always wanted to go, and she said Italy. So that's where we're going."

"Oh.."

"You should sleep, you're not of need in Atlanta."

"You better have a bed in here."

"Beside the washroom." I get up from the seat and make my way to the room.

THEODORE

I unbutton my blazer and throw it on one of the seats, I walk over to the room and slide open the door. I look at Piper cuddled up into herself, why did I have to get married to her?

Why couldn't they marry Thomas?