Promise Me This [h.s]

06.

Amaya Sharma

I'm sitting in a room in my own house and I feel so uncomfortable. Why? Because Harry Styles is sitting right next to me.

Before Harry came, I was in my room watching TV while eating a granola bar. I heard a knock at my door so I had to get up. I'm probably one of the laziest people to ever exist, so getting up out of my bed was a hassle. I opened the door and am met with my father. I was seriously not in the mood to talk to anyone, I just wanted to doze off while rewatching New Girl. Like, was that so much to ask for?

"Amaya, get changed right now please. Harry is coming over to discuss wedding details with us." My father tells me urgently.

Before I said anything, I realized I was in no mood to put up an unnecessary argument. He would have won it regardless so there really wasn't a point to it.

"Oh, I didn't know, I'll change right now." I respond blankly.

I was already in a t- shirt and shorts and I was feeling cold. I went to my closet to grab a hoodie and when I took it out my father looked at me like I was insane.

"Why are you grabbing a hoodie from your closet, ponnu?"

"Can I not wear a hoodie in the comfort of my own house?" I try to ask in a curious and confused manner.

"No, you can't." He begins to tell me. "Change right now, wear something nicer, you are about to talk with your future husband. Dress nice please, you have to impress him." My father tells me sternly.

What the fuck. I have to "dress to impress" Harry?! This has to be a joke, I feel like I am living in India with my father forcing me to get married, and to dress nice for a man; he probably wants me to cook, clean, do laundry, and have Harry's kids too.

My father and mother were born and raised in India. My father came from a decently wealthy family while my mother came from an extremely wealthy one. My mother got married very young, she was eighteen and my father was twenty- eight. Ten years apart, yet their marriage was able to last for as long as it did.

They fought a lot, mostly over petty things that had no business turning into a full argument over, but at the end of the day, I knew they both loved each other. My dad loved my mother so much, it's honestly so heartwarming. My father was brought up by a large family, that's probably why there was so much love for him to give, at least when he wanted to. My father has one sister but many cousins. His sister, Raya, happens to be Shanti's mother, which made her my aunt. My father and aunt grew up with their cousins, apparently it was the best time of their lives. Although Shanti may be my only cousin, I honestly can't complain because she is the best person to have in my life. She knows me better than anyone else and I trust her with absolutely everything. I literally keep nothing from her and she is one of the very few people who puts a genuine smile on my face. I have so much love for that girl, she has no idea. She has helped me through so much: the pain of my mother leaving me, the pain that Raj had caused me, and the pain that I cause upon myself.

So who better to call at a time of crisis?! I need Shanti's opinion on what to wear because I have no idea. I grab my phone and FaceTime her. She either takes really long to answer, or she answers within the first ring, there is no in between. Luckily for me, this was one of those times where she picked up almost immediately.

"Hey, My!" She says with joy, happy to hear my voice.

Shanti is literally the only person who calls me "My." She didn't even mean to, one day it just slipped out and she ended up liking the nickname, so occasionally she will call me by it.

"Hi Shanti!" I say in the same joyous tone.

"What's up?" She asks me.

"I actually need help deciding what to wear." I begin to say. "Harry is coming over soon to discuss wedding details and my dad wants me to dress up for him." I tell her in an annoyed manner.