Stupid Arranged Marriage - A One Direction Fan Fiction (Editing)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

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chapter 19

*Haven’s POV*

I woke up to Kate dragging me from my bed.

“We’re going shopping to get you some new clothes!” she said.

I nodded, and quickly got dressed and followed her and Biyra out and into the car. A few minutes later, we arrived at the store and they dragged me into a dressing room. Biyra went to go grab some clothes, and Kate grabbed a striped shirt and shoved it at me. 

 I sighed, and slipped the shirt on. It wasn’t tight, like all of my clothes seemed to be now. Kate nodded.

“That’ll work honey.” she said smiling.

I looked in the mirror. It surely looked better than any of my clothes, which were all too small now thanks to my baby bump.

“We’re going to have to pay for a whole new freaking wardrobe!” Biyra said shoving another shirt at me. 

“How are we going to pay for this…” Kate asked.

Biyra smiled taking something out of her purse.

“Zayn’s credit card!” she smirked.

We went through the store a few times, and before long we had a pile of clothing for now and later on in the pregnancy. It was then though, that I bumped into a reporter. 

“Haven! Haven DeRyan?” she asked excitedly.

“Uh, it’s Haven Horan, but yes?”

“Oh my goodness! I would love it if I could ask you a few questions!” she squealed.

I met eyes with Kate and Biyra. Biyra shrugged. Kate nodded her head.

“Go ahead.” She ushered. 

I followed the lady to a small café and gave the clothes to Kate. 

“So!” she said smiling happily at me.

“Yes?” I asked.

“ Well, you’re married to Niall now, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am. The wedding was a while ago.”

“Was it fun?”

I thought back to it, my mother, the whole reception dinner…ouch. But then, Niall was so good about it. And then he had to leave,…

“Yes. All in all, I loved it.”

“Now that Niall’s on tour, what will you do?”

“Now? He’s been on it for a while.”

“Yes. Three weeks right?”

“Uh, yeah. You sure kept count.”

“Well so did you.”

“I’m his wife. You’re like a creep stalker though. I think we’re done here.”

I stood up, and walked out.

(Niall’s POV)

I laughed staring at the paper. Apparently, Haven got a little feisty with the reporter who was digging too much into her business. But that’s Haven for you.

‘We think there may be something Haven is trying to hide. But no worries, we’ll figure it out.’ 

Uh-uh, yeah right you will. If it’s for the baby, I really don’t think it matters!