Promise Me This [h.s]

03.

Amaya Sharma

I was in a rather large room feeling so taken back with everything I just heard, all I could do was look around the room only to see everyone staring at me. Why were they giving me judgmental looks? I haven't done shit, I have the right to be confused right now.

I had no other choice but to look at my father like he is absolutely insane, "Harry and I are what?" I reply with total rage in my voice.

Like what the hell? I'm marrying Harry Styles?! When did this become a part of the plan? I was actually starting to become okay with my life, but of course my father has to drop a bomb and start a war between us once again.

The last time my father and I were in a big fight was when my mother passed away. My mother and I never had the kind of relationship I wanted to have. I envied the way the other girls my age had a super strong relationship with their mothers. Thankfully, as I started getting older my mother started to become more understanding, and finally one day I was able to see how much she truly cared about me. From that day on I knew our relationship would skyrocket and I couldn't be happier.

Until she had to go die on me a couple hours later.

Yeah, I know. My heart shattered into a million pieces too. I knew I was sad, but I didn't cry until a couple days later when I allowed it all to really hit me. I was so numb I couldn't even feel the pain of my mother leaving me forever. It's not like it was a choice though, some crazy drunky hit her with his car.

A couple months before my mom passed, my father dragged us both along with him to one of his business trips in India. While I was there I was forced to meet my father's good friend's son, Raj. My father was pleased with Raj and loved the fact that he came from a wealthy family like myself. Without my permission he decided to force my hand in marriage with Raj.

Even though I knew my inevitable fate, I grew up my whole life never wanting to have an arranged marriage. I always thought I would meet some guy I actually like and end up falling in love. But sadly, I'm stuck becoming some pathetic housewife to a snobby piece of crap.

I consider myself to be a pretty nice person so I decided to go in with an open mind when I went to meet Raj for the first time. Who knows? Maybe I had him misjudged and he could surprise me.

But no, he unfortunately did not. Not even a minute into the conversation and he started mentioning how I had to move to India, had to know how to cook, and had to have children with him. I didn't have a choice, he was forcing me into things I certainly was not ready for in the slightest.

Raj and I only knew each other for 2 weeks before we were set to be married. The only reason we were going to get married was because he came from a wealthy family like myself. I had nothing in common with this man and he treated me like shit. We weren't even married yet and he still had the audacity to treat me like a worthless piece of garbage.

Only 2 weeks of knowing someone and I've never been so talked down to in my whole life. I felt useless and weak. I started to blame myself for things that weren't nearly close to my fault, but I still find myself believing it is at times. I promised myself I would never feel that way again; now here I am being set off to get married again to someone I feel doesn't deserve me, Harry.

"Ponnu, I need you to calm down this second young lady." My father tried to say in a soothingly stern way.

Ponnu was the nickname my mom called me growing up. It's literal meaning is "gold" but my mom said it in a way meaning I was her "precious." My father started to call me that after she left hoping it would remind me of her. I hated when he called me that, it only brought back horrible memories I did not want to rekindle in my mind.

"Don't call me that." I say in a rather harsh manner.

He gives me a stern look and points his finger out at me. I quickly swallow down my regret of talking back and continue my questioning. I tried to ask the question that is ringing in my head in the calmest way possible so he does not get upset with me again, "dad I don't understand, why am I marrying Harry?"

I think my father noticed how sad and worried I looked because his demeanor completely changed. He looked at me with empathy for a split second then quickly turned to Harry, "son, please explain to my daughter as to why she is marrying you. Don't mess up again." My father says to Harry harshly.

Son?! Did my father just call Harry son?! My father and I just met Harry for the first time today and he is already calling him son?! I don't think I've ever cringed so hard in my whole life.

"I won't Mr. Sharma, I'm sorry again." Harry said to my father sincerely. He then turned to me with a nasty smirk plastered on his face.

I cannot believe this. He is obviously putting up an act and as much as I want to tell my father now, I really want to know why Harry wants to marry me and what this "deal" is about.

I give Harry a subtle glare but he ignores it and walks ahead of me. I give my father one last look and he nods, telling me to follow Harry out.

I pick up my speed so I'm walking next to Harry, "where are we going?" I question.

He doesn't answer my question and just kept walking. I was thinking maybe he didn't hear me but it was clear by the look on his face that he just didn't give a damn about me.

I continued walking with him and he led us to an isolated red bench that was at the end of a gorgeous hallway. We were walking on red carpet that had decorative flower prints on it which I completely admired. When I looked up I also noticed beautiful chandeliers that lit up the hallway with gold luminous light.

We sat on the bench and there was an awkward silence for a couple of seconds. I was looking at his side profile and decided to break the silence, "so are you going to explain to me what the hell is going on or are we just gonna sit here all night?" I ask him as confidently as I could.

He turned his head toward me and locked his vibrant green eyes with mine. He held a steady yet stern gaze with me and the smallest smirk started to form on his face, "like father like daughter, huh?"

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Ugh, I hate him. There is no way in hell I am marrying Harry Styles, I can promise you that.

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A. N

hi!! sorry for the bad quality picture, it was the only one i can find that portrayed my vision lol!

hope you're all enjoying so far hehe ;)

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