Abducted By Styles [IN RE-EDITING]

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SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER-
Beginning- RIPTIDE by VANCE JOY (If you think about this in Liam's perspective, you're gonna laugh your asses off. I swear.)

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C A R O L I N E

Even though Harry confessed his love to me, he made it rather clear that we couldn't be a couple. What was the point in loving someone knowing that there is no hope for anything more? But this time and for reasons I can't explain, I didn't protest. It's wrong to deny your feelings, especially when you feel them so strongly. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts...until I get married to Liam.

And I don't love him at all.

Tonight, is the dinner date with Liam. We are currently sitting in some really fancy restaurant, having the typical candlelit dinner. Liam is way too desperate in trying to be romantic. I'm sitting across him, dressed neatly in a velvet red dress mother picked out for the occasion.

In front of us, there are various, massive overloads of food. All different cuisines- Italian, Mediterranean, Mexican, Chinese, Indian, Greek- there are much more that I can't name. How does Liam expect the two of us to eat all this?

I don't even want to be here right now. I just want to go back to the motel room, cuddled near the fireplace with Harry, and talk about life. I want to share with him my hopes, my dreams, my fears, my best moments in life, the worst, and even what I think is beyond this universe. Just the slight complexity in this simplicity is enough.

Liam and I sit awkwardly across from each other for a while, unsure what to do or say. He's nervous, that was for sure. I, on the other hand, sit there like a hormonal teenager who was dragged to the grocery store with her mother.

"So Caroline, what type of wedding dress would you like? A custom or premade?" Liam asks, swirling some spaghetti with his fork. "And oh, did I mention I'll cover for it? It's my treat."

"I'd rather wear a paper bag." I mutter under my breath, looking over to the side.

"What's that, love?" Liam looks up, wiping his mouth with the blue silk napkin on his lap. His eyebrows are creased inwards, a curious frown on his face.

"Nothing..."

"No, it's okay, tell me, whatever it is." He insists, shaking his head stubbornly.

"I...uh...sort of feel sick...so I better get going." I simply just don't want to be here, with him.

My lunch date with Harry was much better; it was peaceful. The food we ate was regular fast food from a drive-through and I truly enjoyed it. It wasn't extravagant or anything; very simple the way I liked it. Sitting close to Harry on the rocks near the stream was the best feeling in the world. He drew the water cascading down one of earth's most beautiful creations and it was incredible.

I try to get up as quickly as I can, but no matter how hard I try, Liam is faster. He shoves me back into the chair a little too hard. I accidentally clutch the classy tablecloth trying to prevent my fall. The centrepiece slides off, and the glass topper shatters, sending the shards flying in all directions.

Half a second later, I'm on the ground with a shard of glass embedded in my hand. Wincing in pain, I can feel the warm blood trickling from my palm.

Liam splutters in shock. "Oh my lord, Care, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"

"Just shut up will you? You're so full of it! I hate you so much, I never want to see you again. I'd rather kill myself than marry you." I interrupted. How dare he play the innocent card on me?