Jack Harlow Imagines.

10. "Don't Marry Him, Marry Me."

I held back tears, staring at myself in the vanity before looking at the ring that sat on my finger. I was getting married in two hours and I refuse to believe this was what I wanted. No, I knew it wasn't what I wanted. I knew exactly what I wanted, well it was more of a who but he was halfway across the country, getting ready for his show. Jack Harlow. The one who had stolen my heart almost two years ago, and refused to let it go.

After Jack and I broke up, it was one of those things that never got resolved. We had unspoke words to say, we still had a love for each other that burned brighter than the sun. But, everything went wrong. We talked, we communicated, we rarely fought but then one day we decided things weren't headed in the right direction. We never talked about marriage or having kids together. We lived together, but that was just about it. I felt like he thought I didn't believe in marriage or kids, but it was totally wrong. I wanted marriage. I wanted kids. I wanted both of those things with him, and now it's not going to happen.

I met my fiance, Zack about a year ago. My father introduced us, and I aimlessly started a relationship with him. My mother and father never approved of my and Jack's relationship. My father always looked down on Jack because his career path wasn't "stable" enough for me. He made sure his dislike for Jack was noticed. I worried it would drive Jack off, but he reminded me that he wasn't dating my parents, he was dating me.

Zack and I had a rocky relationship, but he thought it would be a good idea to get married. My mother supported our fast decision to get married.

"Y/N, his money will give you a good life. You'll be happy, and you'll have a good husband to make sure you and your kids are taken care of."

My mother's words echoed in my mind, knowing she was dead wrong. Yet, my feelings and my concerns were pushed aside in these last few months. My mother and sister planned my wedding, not caring about what I said or wanted. They wanted to make sure it was perfect, yet I believe it was more for them than it was for me.

My mother pulled me out of my thoughts by rushing into my room, my sister following closely behind her.

"Honey! You aren't ready. Hurry up, we will help you get your dress on. You don't want to be late!" My mother fussed as she rushed me out of the vanity chair to where my wedding gown hung. I moved, taking off my robe leaving myself in my white undergarments as my mother and sister helped me into the dress. I stifled back a cry as I realized how closed in this dress made me feel. It was ugly, almost too heavy for my body. The beading on it was too much, the neckline was non-existent. I felt naked, bare to the world.

I felt angry at myself for letting this charade go on for so long. I didn't want to marry Zack, and I sure as hell wasn't going to force into this mistake of a wedding.

I watched in the full-length mirror as they finished my veil. I sucked in a huge breath before turning around to meet my mother's gaze.

"I don't want to do this. I don't want to get married."

I declared, watching my mother. Soon, her eyes flashed with anger. I took a step back but she took a hold of my shoulders, her nails digging in making me wince in pain.

"You will not throw this good man away over some silly cold feet. You hear me?"

Her voice was cold, angry as she held my gaze.

I shook my head, trying to pull myself from her grip but she held on before grabbing my face forcing me to look at her.